Woke up this morning at 5:45. The Alarm went off spectacularly, fireworks went off in my ears. I actually stopped the alarm by putting my finger between the bell and the hammer.
Hell of a way to wake up.
I actually thought to myself, No, just go back to sleep. Get up at your normal time. It will be ok. You don’t have to write at all. But that was the thing.
Yes I do.
So up I got and write I did for about an hour. I’m in the second draft of a screenplay that I’ve been writing in my head for five years now. This second draft is probably going to be four pages longer than the first draft, up to ten, depending on how wordy I decide to get. I expressed concern about this to Hannah, who said, “Yeah, but there were a couple of holes in your first draft. You’re filling them in.” that made sense, but I’m still a little concerned about it. I’ll have to go through once it’s done. That’s how it works, right? Every day now, I’m going to get up at 5:45, or earlier, and write until 6:45, maybe 7. And I’m going to get this script done as tightly as I can.
Oh, I guess I can tell you what it is: The Devil and Robert Johnson. I’m re-telling the folktale of how bluesman Robert Johnson sold his immortal soul to play the blues. Draft 1 was 18 pages with an animated sequence in the middle (styled after the old Mickey Mouse, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Felix The Cat cartoons). Draft 2 will probably be 22-28 pages. SPOILER ALERT: The Death Scene is being revised, which is why I’m not sure how long it will be with the new pages.
I started thinking about the next thing I’m going to write. I’m afraid it might have to be a Western.