An interesting day today – well, yesterday actually given that it’s now ten past one in the morning and I find myself typing an entry to a blog that, like my script writing, has suffered from some serious creative drought in the past few months.
Creative droughts like these are not good. I think I exhausted my ability to write and think coherently in the late winter and early Spring working on the early draft of “How To Fly A Kite” (final draft still a work in progress, and to be fair, on hold for the moment).
Even though “In England” is a totally different style and tone and subject to “HTFAK” (work out your own amusing definitions for that acronym – I’ve managed “How To Fuck A Koala” and “Happy Times, Farts and Karts”) it’s still fallen victim to my inability to string scenes together into a meaningful narrative. Part of the difficulty is that the film is a multi-layered story with several characters having lives of great import and meaning and depth away from the main plot. Working these out and trying to weave the strands together has been… well, a bastard.
But having said that I’ve been struck by a sledgehammer of artistic and creative frenzy today. Perhaps it’s the looming shadow of my producer the mighty Rob Yeomans hanging over me and wanting something – anything – to plan a budget from. Perhaps it’s the fact that I have some copy-writing blogs to write – you know, the actual PAID WORK bit to life – for midday tomorrow.
Whatever it is it’s given me a break in the story, particularly with a character who was a supporting character but now looks like becoming the main man. I’ve also had a insight into an idea for a short, maybe after “In England” is done. Something a bit different, esoteric and hugely personal.
Where the hell does the rain come from after months of drought?