It's a curse.
A few of you know just how much I write. I'm constantly working on something. Poems, short stories, plays, screenplays... fan fiction. *cough*
Anyway, out of all of the stories I have in my head, I never finnish anything. A few years ago I wrote a screenplay for a romantic comedy called "Crazy Little Things" that I was very proud of. I'm still very proud of it. It's cute, funny, with the right amount of drama, and a bright ending where everyone gets what they want and the antagonist ends up lonely. I always imagined David Duchovny and Hellen Hunt in the starring roles, but no one knows who they are anymore. Anyway, the thing is, I never actually finished it on paper. In my head, I know every line, every camera shot, and every freakin' movement to put down. If it were ever made into a film, I already know what song's I'd like used for individual scenes. Yet, for some reason, I simply lost the motivation to write it, and havent picked it up in at least three years.
Right now, I'm working on a story that I am more than halfway through with. It's well over 35,000 words, and will be at least another 30,000 by the time I'm finished with it. This is the most I've ever written in a long-ass time. However, I'm gradually beginning to lose interest in what I'm doing, even though it has had it's turning point and is now in the stages of becoming more complex.
The thing that starts this are sections that I call rough patches. I know exactly what I want to happen in a scene and where I want it to lead to, yet I hit small chunks, usually of needed dialogue, that I have absolutely, one hundred percent, no idea what to do with. One that has me stuck right now, is for a scene in which I need two characters to physically fight, yet, I can't think up anything to get there. My problem isn't coming up with insults, it's the nuggets in between those, that have the capability of getting me to walk away from a piece for WEEKS at times. It's exceedingly frustrating.
Anyway, I've been staring at the document for most of the night (in between watching classic romantic comedies and dancing to my iPod) and somehow, all I've come up with is the motivation to write a ranting journal entry.
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