Lucky

Well, yesterday I finished this draft of the script, which is tentatively titled "Lucky."  If feels completely different from the last draft, as that was finished over last Christmas at my sister's, writing 10 pages a day, and ended at p. 89.  This draft finishes at p. 103, so there's not only another 15 minutes of meat in the middle, (at the standard measure of a minute a page) but the fact that it was rewritten in dribs and drabs over the past 6 months means there is far more thought put into each scene.  The movie unfolds instead of jumps ahead; it is far more organic and far less jerky. 

This is not news, it's how the rewriting process works.  But it has been over a decade since I was truly in the process, and the last rewrites I did on a script were done in a state of psychological exhaustion.  I worked on a formulaic romantic comedy that had started to feel stale. I was also making the transition from recreational to occupational drug use, and the only writing I had the attention span for was poetry,  To be back in the thick of the creative flow, sober, that's wonderful.

Only in creating this hy-art (Munch/Monet) did I suddenly realize that this script has no romance at all in it--much love, but no romance.  And for some reason, that pleases me. It also reflects my life at present--a lot of love, but no romance.  And I'm amazed at how that  doesn't bother me, amazed because the whole "man" issue was front and center for so long. Now I consider it the icing on a cake that is perfectly tasty and moist without it.

So on to polishing the script. But not until I nap.  Some days I'm exhausted by 10 am, and that's just the way it is.

MCO 2008