Back on task ...

Finally.

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.