No, I'm not stuttering, I have that damn David Bowie song stuck in my head.
I'm really not sure where to start. Reminiscing about last year maybe? I'm trying to avoid writing work. I'm just not in the mood. Lack of sleep, stress over the house, recovering from the NYC/Queens Trip, getting some educational stuff in for the kids.
So, 1994, teen angst, teen alcoholism, depression.... time travel. Okay, it'll work somehow. I picked a city to base it in, researched the geography and local hangouts. Yeah, now I gotta remember all the crap that happened in High School so I can relay that into my characters.
Next, part 2 of a previous project, in 3 episodes. Estranged daughter, secrets of life, alien technology... yeah, that'll eventually work itself out too... at 4am in the morning, waking me from a dead sleep and prompting an 18 hour marathon of writing, deleting, editing, writing, editing, re-writing! Ugh. Why can't I live near a Coffee Bean?
Then--there's always a last bit that makes things seem over the top--I have a script to write about a mass grave, psychotic cults and the search for blood relations, where "blood" plays a significant part. Gruesome, thrilling, twisted and right up my alley.
The worst of it, being someplace I'm not 100% comfortable writing in. Can't get my groove going. Its not like I can wake up at that 4am calling and come out here to write in a t-shirt and underwear. I'm hoping to be in my house in two weeks, tops. Crossing fingers, toes, eyes, arms, legs and anything else that can be crossed, except my mother!
I finally set up WinAmp, a requirement for writing, because I hate Windows Media Player.
Highlight of the weekend: Met John Ford and Ian Lloyd. I don't really know who they are, but I met them at the Cutting Room. Oh, I also met some more of my biological family and made plans for the NY Comicon and the I-Con.
And I just got the call I was expecting about ANOTHER writing project... not committing yet.
Calgon......
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