I'm back on the screenplay. I've spent the last few days getting focused through various ways.
Talking to close friends. Eating. Watching DVD's. Thinking a lot about everything but the work.
Weird, the transfer of control from left to right brain. But it sure works.
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I first transferred the rest of the expanded treatment into Final Draft. Somewhere around 3 AM, I finally quit chatting on IM and focused completely.
And now, the track for the first scene--the most critical love scene--is laid down. I think it works. For a really, really, really rough draft, that is.
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Sir Knavely is sprawled out behind me on the futon, fast asleep.
I think he likes my latest choice of music: romantic jazz.
Hey, I didn't come up with the genre's title on AOL. I just know I work well to its rhythms.
Across the night, Sir K varied his time.
He chewed on copies of the script treatment. Bounced around the room like a postmodern Tigger.
Carried on a tooth conversation below the desk with the various cables and wires.
Slept in and on his favorite places. Even sharpened his teeth on my quilt, pulling at the loose threads.
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I'm back in rough draft writing mode.
I can edit work that I've written any time. But writing original material is different. It takes a LOT out of me. I need complete focus.
I need to plan time when I literally set everything else aside and lay it down.
And that's what I'm doing now.
It's 5:14 AM. Time to sleep.