I’m Ready for My Close-Up, Mr. DeMille

locked-computerOk, not really.  It’s day 13 of Script Frenzy month, and I just wanted to check in and let you know how I’m doing.  The goal is to wirte a hundred-page screenplay in the month of April.  That breaks down to roughly three-and-a-half pages per day.  So, since I tend to be a perfectionist in this area, I set myself a goal of five pages per day.  How am I doing?  I’m ahead of the curve, thank you very much.  67 pages as of yesterday.  Woo-hoo!

It’s strange, though.  I am having a hard time making myself write this year.  I will sit at the computer, resolved to write my five pages, and then, I will distract myself (FB quizzes, anyone?) and distract myself until I manage to get on track.  

It shouldn’t be this hard.  I have a title for the first time ever.  I usually hate titles and just tack one on as a working title.  This time, the title was the first thing to come to mind, and the plot soon followed.  So, I have in my mind the general shape of the screenplay and the script for the musical (yes, I’m writing both based on the same idea); I know who I want to play the characters, with Alan Rickman having a prominent role.   I even have a general idea of  how the movie will end.  I have a plethora of sexy songs as my soundtrack, and in theory, this should be a cakewalk.  

Why am I having such difficulty?  I don’t know.  I am a procrastinator by nature, but I usually manage not to let it overtake me to this degree.  Part of the problem is that I get distracted while writing it because it’s pretty heavy with sex scenes, and right now, I’m working on the scenes that would (in my dreams) contain Alan Rickman.  Naked.  

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See, right there?  I had to take a minute or two to compose myself.  Now, imagine what I have to do when I’m writing sex scenes for him, and I have hot, throbbing sexy tunes (thanks, Eddie Izzard) playing as my backdrop.    It’s damn hard to get any work done because I start imagining the scene (I have a VERY vivid imagination), and then I’m not good for much else.

Still, despite all my procrastination (and yes, I am well aware that I am writing a blog entry on how I procrastinate from writing my scripts, which only contributes to the problem), I am getting it done.  I suppose that’s the important point.  I just wish I didn’t sweat it along the way.  If I’m going to procrastinate, I might as well enjoy it.  Otherwise, what’s the point?

P.S.  Sorry for the preponderance of parentheses in this entry.  I just felt like adding some asides.  Must be the screenwriter in me.

7 Responses to I’m Ready for My Close-Up, Mr. DeMille

  1. Ha! I’m going there, anyway, Choolie, if what I learned as a child is true. Might as well enjoy myself before I go.

    I do think the fact that I’m at my sexual peak is another reason I’m having difficulty concentrating on my script. Argh!

  2. I just popped in “Dogma” the other day and thought about you each time Mr. Rickman arrived on the screen, angelically anatomically correct and sipping tequila.

  3. I fell in love with him when I first saw Closet Land. His acting just won me over, which is amazing because that was such a DARK movie.
    Man I really don’t feel like working today. Too Bad it is Tuesday, because the guys would turn into HUGE babies if I called in on a payday.

  4. I still haven’t been able to watch that all the way through. It just chilled me when I tried to watch it. I will, though, because I love him so.

    You should go Galt! Show the guys that they can’t survive without you. Then, you can go home and teabag….