Friday, April 28, 2006


Don't forget to celebrate International Burt & Loni Day on Saturday... Burt and I are really close. We're like this (Sara does fingers crossed illustration of closeness.) Cannonball Run is a good celebratory option, or Smokey and the Bandit. But if you're going for the pair- Stroker Ace is the best bet!

I'm in a wierd funk where I'm having difficulty being funny. The normal wit is supressed. I'm trying coffee, but that tends to make me bitter and sarcastic, not straight funny. Good for me that this weekend is a whirlwind of nothing. After my daily rollerblading 8 mile trek across the barren tundra also known as Sepulveda Dam Recreation Area, I need to decompress and most importantly, shower. That's my entire schedule for the weekend, and I'll wrap that up around 9am on Saturday am.

The funk is making the writing going slow - but I have to wrap up a spec quickly, and then get going on the wrapping up of the feature. It's at that 'insert line about father-plant here' part, where it's written, but not written. I hate this part mainly because I have to stare at one page for 3 hours, do dishes, watch some TV, listen to music, pet cats, vacuum, and then stare at the page some more in order to get the line. I'm on par with the muppet that bangs his head on the piano repeatedly. Then on to the next page.
Rinse and Repeat 127 times.

After this comes the 'it sucks' part, where I am done, but it's a terrible script. That's possibly the easiest part, since I just turn on the 'film teacher' mode, get out my red pen, and mark it up with words like 'terrible!' 'bad dialogue' 'where did this come from?' etc, etc... it's the fixing of that that's hard...since it involves more head-banging.

All in all, I'm glad it's coming to an end, and honestly, it makes me feel good that I break into tears every time I read the ending. I guess that's a sign of a good drama, when it makes it's own writer cry every time. It's no schindlers, but it's something interesting.

Next up, "Schindlers II - Red Coat's Revenge".


Cheryl said...

I always appreciate posts (funny or not) about the dark underbelly of the writing process. I hear ya. Or I would if I was making ANY EFFORT WHATSOEVER to write lately.

Tracy Lynn said...

Dudes, just a few weeks ago, I was sitting down and staring at the computer screen like a zombie, with nothing going on behind my eyes. It was like I lost my ability to write when I cut my hair off. Drives me nuts.

I usually end up getting on the phone with someone, because I am WAY funnier in conversation then anywhere else, so it kind of loosens me up, although the visual that goes with that sentence is a little disturbing, frankly.

Schrodinger's Kitten said...

The true underbelly of writing is NOT writing, and just drinking a lot. I hear Hemmingway loved Mojitos. I'd end up with his girth but not his talent if I tried that.

And Tracy - I'm far less funny on the phone. It's about a 15 second delay before I can think of something funny. So it's like talking to a comedian in China.

Tracy Lynn said...

You mean with the censorship, or with a side of potstickers?

Schrodinger's Kitten said...


and mu shu pork.

Hyperion said...

I couldn't think of anyone I would rather have write me a RomCom (with or without sympathetic testicular pain, which would make a good band name, or at least a motto).

Schrodinger's Kitten said...

'sympathetic testicular pain' ah, I LOVE being quoted to myself. The true way to a narcissists heart.