Sunday, July 31, 2005
Thanks for the help on the road trip thing. I've realized I'm a third of the way through the Cabinet book now, and wanted to see if I can bang out a second film script before I pick it up again, particularly as that kid's thing has fallen through.
I don't like doing treatments particularly: I think they're a real art, and some people more or less make a living off them, but I much prefer going in with a completed script. So I've had this idea for a road trip story that mixes in another genre knocking about for ages now, and it's quite fluffy, and the sort of thing you can practically make up as you go along. I got about half-way through it this weekend, which I never expected. I wandered into town for a break and realized I was on a proper writing high, which I never really get doing work for other people. One of those things where you look at what you've written and it's exactly what you wanted it to be. The high lasted until some youth screwed up his pasty wrapper and dropped it in the gutter, right it at my feet*.
If I was a bit more together, I'd have hurled it against the back of his head (I've done this before, it was most cathartic), but instead I seethed for about thirty seconds and then shouted 'BIN!' when I was standing amongst four or five other people who were totally innocent. They scattered like gazelles who've just realized that funny-shaped bush they've been grazing around for the past hour is in fact a lion wearing a twiggy jacket, it was great.
* I was stepping round some nice American tourists, although metaphorically I was looking at the stars.