Have you ever had one of those days where all you want to do is write but the universe is conspiring against you? I seem to have those days more often than not - especially when I'm working.
When I'm on a project, I work 10-15 hours a day intensively. When I get home, the last thing I want to do is look at more words on a page or create more. I want to sleep.
Today I woke up with story ideas roaring through my brain. I had snippets of dialogue yelling at me as I was showering, the image of a living room came to me as I was heading down the elevator to my car. I drove to work with lines of dialogue on the tip of my tongue - and stepped into the world of someone else's imagination - a set from someone else's imagination and am looking at script pages with someone else's words on it.
I'm feeling awfully discombobulated.
I can only hope that the words stay with me - the emotion of this new story is easily retrievable when I sit down to write again on the weekend... 5 whole days away... :: sigh ::
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