Dear Internet…
I finished my story last night. Longest thing I’ve ever written. Just over 10,000 words. As I write that, I realize how sad that should make me. But I’m OK. I never finish anything. And I finished that bastard. Take that psyche, you nay saying bitch.
Now I have to start writing something else. I’ve been reading a lot today in an attempt to put off said writing. This blog post sits somewhere in between. I’m writing, it may have no purpose, but there are words being assembled into loosely coherent sentences. Again, I win.
I’ve been looking for a script from Flapjack or Better Off Ted. I want to write a spec for those shows but I want it to look right in their format. They both have a very distinctive feel that must look a specific way on the page. But alas, scripts for those two shows are no where to be found. I’ve found about a million scripts for Chuck. Nope, not going to do it.
I read the feature spec Abduction this evening. It recently sold for just under a million dollars. As I read it, losing track of the interchangeable characters, I died a little inside. I’m not saying it’s bad. I’m just saying that I could have written it. And the characters wouldn’t have been blank slates. At least I know that when I go and see it in the theater a few years from now, Shia LaBouf will be too old to play the main character.
It’s the little things.
