I sometimes forget how life can suddenly take a drastic turn, causing all your perfectly laid plans to scatter to the proverbial wind. Since the last time I posted, I should proudly have in my hands my first completed screenplay manuscript-- such is not the case. For all my excited planning and revelry in the expectant insanity that was to ensue, I failed to remember there are times when unseen forces and unplanned-for-events stop at nothing to prevent us from completing the goals we set out for ourselves.
To set the record straight, I currently have 3 pages of the intended 100 pages of my screenplay complete. The April 30th deadline has long been past and thus my first attempt at Script Frenzy is a bust. But, that doesn't mean I can't try again next year and with NaNoWriMo only 6 months away, I still have a chance of redeeming myself before the year is out.
But, even more unfortunately, the events that prevented me from completing my screenplay left such an emotional, spiritual and financial strain and toil that I have written little more than a paragraph in a month and a half. Things are still not fully settled, if they ever will be and I have yet found the inner drive and passion to continue working on my current projects.
I know this is only temporary...it has to be only temporary. What kind of writer could I call myself if I can't write my way through tragedy and despair? I know that ultimately all I need is time and distance and maybe just the simplest assurance that things will work out. But, it's hard to wait. The black veil that has covered my heart and eyes must be ripped away before its suffocating hold extinguishes all life and hope from my spirit....I have too many stories to tell, I can not be silent forever.
To set the record straight, I currently have 3 pages of the intended 100 pages of my screenplay complete. The April 30th deadline has long been past and thus my first attempt at Script Frenzy is a bust. But, that doesn't mean I can't try again next year and with NaNoWriMo only 6 months away, I still have a chance of redeeming myself before the year is out.
But, even more unfortunately, the events that prevented me from completing my screenplay left such an emotional, spiritual and financial strain and toil that I have written little more than a paragraph in a month and a half. Things are still not fully settled, if they ever will be and I have yet found the inner drive and passion to continue working on my current projects.
I know this is only temporary...it has to be only temporary. What kind of writer could I call myself if I can't write my way through tragedy and despair? I know that ultimately all I need is time and distance and maybe just the simplest assurance that things will work out. But, it's hard to wait. The black veil that has covered my heart and eyes must be ripped away before its suffocating hold extinguishes all life and hope from my spirit....I have too many stories to tell, I can not be silent forever.
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