What am I working on? I would hardly call it working, but I have two things I keep re-reading, trying to imagine I am someone else, to try to determine if any of this is any good, and, along the way, polishing, fixing bits that don't yet seem right.
One is a TV thing, which seems like fan fiction but which is, to me, more. Writing it, I imagined its reader as one guy, the original writer of the TV show whose stuff I am putzing around with. I know him well enough to be able to imagine him reading it and getting a kick out of it, and being able to appreciate its, if nothing else, fluency. The thing is done, a pilot of fifty or so pages, (done in that it has a beginning a middle and an end) and now I think that its purpose, to be read by this one guy, is assinine. I can't imagine any way he might read it, and, worse, it could easily be embarrassing junk. Anyway.
The other is an adaptation, questions about which prompted me to join this forum in the first place. I still have done nothing with it.
I sometimes think about paying someone, in one of those script reading services, to look at this stuff, but it's hard to imagine that any opinion, without knowing the reader, without having read the reader, would mean anything to me.
I have also been doing research, making notes, and outlining scenes for a movie script. I have it mostly blocked out, but I cant get any real writing started. It seems beyond me. Like this early scene:
1715, London. A young German prince is on tail end of his Grand Tour. He travels with a retinue, a chaperone, a guy who's job is to keep his travel journal, and some servants. In London he admires architecture, visits coffee houses, cruises book stores, (picking up the latest from Isaac Newton) and attends--his real love, his real passion--the opera, where he meets and speaks with his countryman, George Frideric Handel, about music, and about the court orchestra he is building back at home. He hears, from Handel, that the famed Berlin court Kapelle is disbanding, for financial reasons (which is one reason Handel loves London, there is plenty of patronage) and that the players may be looking for a job. The Prince, later, will scoop them up, and will find himself possessing, in his little backwater principality, an orchestra of unequaled talent.
So how do I dramatize this bit of character development, introduction, and exposition? I have no freaking idea. Anyway.
Anyway. What am I working on? My solitaire game on the ipad. Mindless diversion. I wake each day from dreams of friends, family, females, into a dull world of dreary tasks. I make a coffee. I sit and stare, on the far side of uselessness, my real task--to try, somehow, to become a viable human being--deferred, on the far side of possibility.
Yipe. Sorry. Anyway.