Warming Up

Monday 17th October 2005

I actually got a few scenes of the sitcom written today and the stuff that was coming out was good. The blockage in my script pipe (which is a part of the brain that only writers are born with - we're kind of like the X-Men but our only powers are that we can write dialogue and a story and then format them for broadcast - or more likely, to be read by an executive who then says it's not what he/she is looking for, or who likes it but then moves to another job and so their successor doesn't want their soiled old projects).
It's a strange feeling of euphoria when stuff is coming together and one that makes you forget all the struggle and pain that goes before it. I may have said this before here, but writing a script is very like giving birth: whilst you are in the middle of it it is a living Hell and you vow you'll never go through it again, but once it is all over and you look at your perfect little script you are so happy you forget all the pain. It is also similar in that scripts are grown internally in a writer's stomach and then after nine months he/she has to squeeze them out of their penis or vagina. You should see the paper cuts. It's not nice. Once the poker show is over on Saturday and the stage version of Grumpy Old Women that I am script editing - due to me being grumpy, old and a woman- is staged (on in Cheltenham in a couple of weeks and then a mini tour) I will have a lot more time to devote to this piece. I have set myself the deadline of the end of the month. I would really like to take the week before Bonfire Night off (to give me time to gather up kindling and make my guy) as I haven't had a break for ages, so that's something to aim for. Let's see how we go.
Place your bets.