I’ve got nothing exciting to report this week. Or even barely interesting.
Didn’t do much ‘cause I was under the weather the last couple weekdays and this whole weekend. Not really sick. Just run down .
Because I hung around at home I got some serious work done on my screenplay, and you know what? It was lots of fun. If I didn’t have to go into work tomorrow, I’d exercise in the morning and then happily spend the rest of the day parked at my desk, scribbling away.
It really has been too long since I’ve enjoyed telling a story. Maybe the trick is that screenplays don’t get published, so I’m not worried about going indie or anything like that. And yes, I’m maintaining a silly fantasy of someday seeing my screenplay on the big screen. But I know it’s a fantasy. Even a delusion. Doesn’t matter.
What does matter is that I am now actually truly really having fun writing. I love how the characters and scenes are falling naturallly into place. Of course there’ll be days ahead when I get literary constipation and will have to struggle. And sure, I’m only one-third of the way through this script. But I’m anxious to see how the story turns out.
And that’s the jist of my little egotistical rant.
I hope all of you have a very productive writing week. Any short stories or novels or serials in the works? I’d love to hear about them.