I’ve written 100 pages of a screenplay in less than 30 days. As I mentioned the story isn’t done yet so I’m not celebrating just yet, but I’m damn proud of my self for being able to write 100 pages in this very tight time frame and with all the limitations I was facing.
After a weekend of heavy drinking (again) at one of my friend’s weeding I didn’t write that much on the script as I should have.
But I did manage to write 3 pages last night. And these pages I’m very much looking forward to be reading once the whole script is done. They’ll be interesting because they were written very much in a free flowing form, since my brain was still heavily impacted by the alcohol, and I really had no idea of where the scenes where going.
I still have 8 pages to write to win the Script Frenzy, and I gonna make it, no question about that. The only problem I have is that the story is not finished. I still have a lot of ground to cover, so the final script is gonna run somewhere between 115-130 page, which is way too long for a story of this kind.
But I’ll use the summer to do a through edit of the script and I presume that the final draft (oxymoron) will be around 90 pages long.
I’m so tired of writing, but that was bound to happen at some point right?
I hate the antagonist, but only not because he’s the antagonist but because he’s such a pain in the ass. I’m almost afraid that he maybe he’s too annoying and that the audience will hate him too much.
Good thing this is just the first draft, because lot’s of rewriting needs to be done on this area.
The crisis is over. Not that my mood as changed dramaticly, but I am over the top now and that feels great.
I still have doubts about the greatness of the story, but my writing has approved again after some days of shit poor writing.
I’ve just finished one of the larger dialogue scenes and in it my main character, David, says at some point:
DAVID
I’m not asking you to do anything against your will. If you wanna stay up here and wait for some rescue team to come sweeping through and take you with them, fine by me. But I’m not laying down my life waiting for something that might or might not come. If I’m gonna fucking die in here, I’m sure as hell are gonna die trying.
That’s me… if I’m gonna do this thing and write 100 pages or more in one month, I’m sure as hell gonna trying standing up.
I found 45 minutes yesterday and used them actively to turn out 3 more pages. Amoung many things I wrote:
He bends down and touches the leg. When he does he discovers that he’s standing on the other foot and making it bend in a direction mother nature never intended it to bend. The person attached to the leg is very much dead.
I might be a little cheesy out of context, but I really like it.
As you’re reading this I’m out celebrating the upcoming wedding of a very good friend of mine, so no writing today, and today’s presumed high intake of alcohol might very well make that two days without writing.