They don't make many movies about writers. There is a very good reason for this. Watching someone type is generally pretty boring.
That has a lot to do with why I don't give more updates about my writing projects. I just can't imagine that anyone is actually interested. Most of the work takes place between my ears, making it even less interesting to watch than actual typing. So generally it doesn't occur to me to give an update until some sort of milestone is reached. Can you guess why I'm writing this now?
The last edition of Wannabe talked about finishing the first draft of She Hates the Idea. I put it away for a few weeks while working on polishing a different script. And then with some distance achieved by the break, I went back in and did a second draft. Mostly it was a matter of coming up with a check list of things that were lacking in the first draft. Other things were tightened or dropped and some rearranging was done to accomodate the new stuff. Great. Job done. Time to celebrate.
Or not.
With that milestone reached, it was time for an important and frightening step. Letting someone read it. That someone was my wife. And the result was somewhat less than hoped for. For one thing, it's just not her kind of movie. So I was in the hole with her right from the get go. The killer though was she completely failed to notice a rather important element of the story. And that means I fucked up. I was a little concerned that I was being to subtle about this but I thought that would just lead to confusion. Not seeing it at all was not an idea that crossed my mind. She did say that she thought the script was well written, even if she didn't really care for it. But that one big miss is pretty damn deflating. So it's back to the keyboard to see what I can do to make things clearer and more obvious. I suppose I should take comfort in not tipping my hand and being overly obvious about things. That would be the mature response.
Nope. It's not in me. I'm going to pout about it now.
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