I promise I won't keep doing weekend updates until I drive them into the ground. I have the good sense to know when something's been done to death. I'm not SNL, after all. But something happened this week that I thought was worth mentioning. A few days in, once I got into the habit a little, ideas started coming to me when I wasn't even thinking about writing. One day, a short film idea even came to my while I was shoveling, so I finished with the snow, went inside, and wrote the whole first draft. All within a period of a half an hour.
And I've written poetry. I haven't tried my hand at anything that rhymed (I know, I know, poetry doesn't have to rhyme) since my favorite band was 'Nsync. I have to think it has something to do with this new determination I have.
This all leads me to believe that Steven Pressfield was right all along. I've always said that his book, The War of Art, is the most inspiring thing I've ever read (and even gave it to a close friend as a birthday gift), but I'm pretty good at sitting back, feeling inspired, and letting that be enough. I call it the Church Camp Effect, for pretty obvious reasons.
So as this magic started happening, a few quotes from the book started to ring in my ears - "When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us... Ideas come. Insights accrete." "When we sit down each day and do our work... The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight... we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings."
I like the idea of a Muse helping me along, because I can't imagine that the script that came to me, and then out of my fingers in that short of a time, had much to do with me. It wasn't that the concept came to me. It wasn't the beginning, or the end, or a scene. It was the whole. Not that the story is overly complex with a lot of subplots, but things never come that easily to me. I've gone through fifty or more drafts of the logline for one of my other scripts. That's fifty drafts of a single sentence.
All of that to say, I'm sorry Steven (and to my Muse too, I suppose) for believing I could be a writer without actually writing. I'll try to do better for you from here on out.