To park ideas, to save, to file. I'm kind of all over the place with this-- post its, magazine inserts scratched with cryptic pen, newspaper clippings, napkins...maybe open a Word doc. and jot down some ale-adled opening lines...yeah, yeah, yeah...I've read interview pieces and talked with the writers who are meticulously organized, who keep vast note books with scraps of dialogue, descriptions, storyboards, etc. like a bunch of hived up mad scientists working on bridges to the 22nd Century. Often I've tried to emulate them, but I always, without question, fail. I just can't do it and eventually all the scraps I save end up in the can. Most of the time I find the mental jetsam I once thought was so organically cool turns out to be as dull as a bag of cold sewage. I don't think I'm alone here. Maybe is why I've always loved playing without a net.
6/14/09
The Writing Struggle: Pounding Sand Edition
To park ideas, to save, to file. I'm kind of all over the place with this-- post its, magazine inserts scratched with cryptic pen, newspaper clippings, napkins...maybe open a Word doc. and jot down some ale-adled opening lines...yeah, yeah, yeah...I've read interview pieces and talked with the writers who are meticulously organized, who keep vast note books with scraps of dialogue, descriptions, storyboards, etc. like a bunch of hived up mad scientists working on bridges to the 22nd Century. Often I've tried to emulate them, but I always, without question, fail. I just can't do it and eventually all the scraps I save end up in the can. Most of the time I find the mental jetsam I once thought was so organically cool turns out to be as dull as a bag of cold sewage. I don't think I'm alone here. Maybe is why I've always loved playing without a net.