15Feb/081
Crisis, Risen
The first half of this week has pretty much been a crisis. Not a proper crisis you understand. Rather a series of self-inflicted abuses that fed on themselves and amplified each other. A few friends gave me a stern talking to and that seemed to do the trick. By Thursday afternoon I'd managed to define where I was going with a couple of things. Today I'm looking forward to getting home from work and seeing about putting some order back into one my script plans. I figure I should be able to get it done this evening. We'll see.
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Starting Over
The sound of an oncoming storm. The dense, cardiac beat of the double kick. The epic chords. The music crashes over me. It soothes. But it doesn't dampen. I need this, this freak out. I need it to work, to rant to get my goddamned arse in gear. And the music helps. I ride with it.
Okay. Melodrama done. I've got six weeks till my script deadline. My idea is dead. I've not had any passion for it for at least a month and it really shows. The characters are empty and we've only now been shown what a good treatment should actually look like... So. Starting over. A new idea, that isn't really new. It's been bubbling away in my mind for a while now. But the thing is it isn't a story. It's a character, which is where all good stories really need to start.
Six weeks. 30 minutes. One resurrected undead overlord with a sharp suit. Let's do this thing.