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.  



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….