Ten more script pages. Can already sense that I’m going to tear it apart and restructure as soon as I’m done, but I’m going to push on to the end because I think I’ll end up using a lot of the scenes. Plus, sometimes you know you need to tear it apart but you won’t know quite how to put back together without a full thing to tear apart if that makes sense.
This is one aspect of screenwriting that I prefer to novels. My nephew has a toy which consists of shapes with magnets along each edge, so you can connect the edges to build shapes. His favourite game is for me to build, say, a rocket, then he smashes it apart (laughing gleefully) while I pick up the pieces and connect them again into something new. Repeat until his parents pick him up or I lose the will to live 😂
A screenplay is a bit like that. Compared to a novel, it’s a slip of a thing — a TV episode is around 56-60 pages, with scenes of around 2-3 pages (2-3 minutes of screen time). Tearing a novel apart is soul destroying just because SO MUCH WORDS, but with a screenplay, you can kind of make like my nephew and merrily toss the scenes in the air as many times as you like to see if they might be more interesting in different shapes.
Still, that’s for later this week after I finish the darned thing!
I came down to the pub early to write another scene or so, but managed to forget my bloody iPad, so there was nothing for it but to enjoy a glass of wine by the fire while I waited for my friends to join me for dinner!
Ding dong the script is done! For now, at least. Even though I’m already starting to plan the second draft in my head, it was still satisfying to type END EPISODE ONE. I managed to finish around lunchtime, so went for a walk with my friend around Victoria Park in the rain, then spent the afternoon thinking about my next book.
As I wrote all weekend, I’d decided to give myself the day after I finished the script as a kind of domestic/planning day — but I figured without being the only one to show up for my aerial yoga class 😆 As I’ve just trained as an aerial teacher, my teacher suggested we use the time as a bit of a play-shop to figure out some new poses together, which turned into two hours of us flinging each other upside down, leaving me black and blue and fit for very little else for the rest of the day!
Back to work today, and I started proper work on what will be my next book. It’s a massive (gloriously bonkers!) story that I am crazy excited about, but I’m struggling *slightly* to organise it into individual books. What I might do at this point is just start and see where the first one comes to a natural end — whether that’s a novela or tome!!
THE MOMENT OF TRUTH.
Whenever I finish a draft of anything, I always try to leave it for — at least — a couple of days (a week is better, but sometimes you just don’t have that luxury 🤷♀️). I started the day by reading the TV draft (verdict: yup, tearing it apart), then softened the blow with some more aerial practice (if something that bruises you can be called softening the blow 😂) then got my hair beautified, before early drinks with a friend.
Worryingly, I’m almost certain I watched a movie when I got home but typing this two days later, I don’t have a clue what it was. Old age or boring film — who can tell?
All in all, a pleasantly gentle (if you don’t count the bruises) easing into the year!