Pots on the Boil

I was talking with a fellow South Seas grad the other day. He was telling me about how he was going to have to build up to having multiple projects on the go. It was the way he said it that made me bristle: like having various pots on the boil was some kind of insurance against the inevitability that most of them would fall over anyway.

It wasn’t until later that the reason for my bristling came to me. I didn’t want to admit the very real possibility that very few – if any – of the projects I pour myself into will reach fruition.

Then… why?

Maybe I have some kind of attention deficit so multiple projects keep my creative juices flowing and out of trouble. Maybe it’s a sense of contrived self-importance (“When I’m shuttling between my features in various stages of pre-, actual and post-production, I make time for my six pet television epics”). (Anyone who can put me onto a reliable amphetamine supply, call me.)

I don’t know.

At a pragmatic level, it makes complete sense. No, not all of my little babies are gonna make it. Yes, it’s good to have another project to fall back on when one stalls and/or dies. And yes, not only do I have a short attention-span, I like being a busy bee.

But at a creative level… how freakin’ depressing. Could I really be throwing ninety-five percent of my energy at the wall? How can I truly give my best to a project when I’m questioning its future?

Maybe it’s like the sometimes endless rewriting I have to do for any and all projects: the next draft will be better; look what I’ve learned and achieved on this pass; and it’s the final product that counts, no matter how I got there.

That’s what it is: the audience doesn’t care how many bodies you buried to get it up on the screen. Only the end product.



My apologies for the delay in updates at dfmamea.com. No excuses other than Life.

I should warn you that things like keeping the site content up-to-date and blogging have been taken over by yours truly. (Upon transition, the WebMistresse sternly advised, “don’t break it“, so I’m forging ahead with cautious enthusiasm.) This doesn’t mean she’s ridden into the sunset, pistols smoking on her hips, her job well done – I’m hoping she’ll provide technical support, and there are some newfangled things she wants to try out.

Quick update then:
–  the contents of the Scripts and Projects pages have been sorted out as logically as possible;
–  obviously, this blog is up and away, complete with Rants and Housekeeping categories;
–  and there’s been some tweaking, like a postal address for those who prefer snail mail.

You should be seeing less of these Housekeeping entries. They were fun while the site was being put together.

But now it’s time for more Rants.


Hollywood Endings

I wrote my first ‘Hollywood ending’ recently. As I finished typing it up, I felt no overwhelming guilt, no fear of exposure. No sense of selling out.

The story was based on actual events. The specifics of that story will out over the next few months but suffice it to say that the audience the story is intended for wouldn’t have been able to handle the truth. The story’s prefaced with ‘Inspired by a true story’ – having had to ditch ‘Based on a true story’ (too close to the bone) and ‘Inspired by true events’ (too specific) – and I wrote it My Way.

Yeah. I tacked a happy ending on to it.

And life is good.



Let’s all hold hands and welcome the Projects page!

… Damn it looks thin. The plan has been – and still is – to write at least two scripts a year: one commission and one spec. So far, so good. But still… it looks damned thin.

(A little web-housekeeping voice in my head keeps wondering aloud about the possibility/eventuality of rationalising the various webpages of what I’ve written, what I’ve done, and what I’m working on. A focus group shall be called. Meantime, I like the idea of lots of pages on this site.)

Next episode’ll be 1 October. And apologies for the delayed update – the WebMistresse caught the lurgy going ’round.



One month down the track and not only are we still here, we’re updating, yes’m we are.

Thanks again to the WebMistresse whose project-management skills and experience have ensured yours truly doesn’t get ahead of himself at the expense of his real work.

And all praise and appropriate animal sacrifices to The Goddess for her love, sharp-eyed copy-editing, and unwavering belief in this mortal.

For your entertainment this month:

  Scripts: I was going to start off easy with some short-film scripts I wrote once upon a time but then I thought, What the heck – and so, for the more masochistic readers, I’ve thrown in a feature script.

Other Writing: I know I said last month that this’d have all the pre-pubescent scribbles and adolescent angst that you could wave a baton at but… either I didn’t write for pleasure as a young ‘un, or I’ve blanked it out. All you’ll find here are whatever articles that I’ve thrown together for publication.

That’s it – next update’ll be 1 September.



– and malo to dfmamea.com.

Besides singing my praises and touting for business, this site’s for people who want to check out my writing without me pacing and harrumphing in the room next door. (And should I find time for a blog, friends and family will tune in only to see when – not if – I commit industry- and/or career-harakiri with my attempts at wit.)

It’ll be coming on-line in stages over the next few months. One reason for this is that the very kind WebMistresse DeborahK has a fulltime job and is doing this voluntarily. Be nice to her. Another reason is that DeborahK will be waiting on me to provide copy and various files.

Coming soon to this space:

  Scripts: shorts, television and features;
  Projects: whatever’s in the works;
  Other Writing: all the poems, haiku, songs and one-man plays you can shake a stick at; and
  Rant: another bleeding blog… maybe… time permitting.

Until then, you’re stuck with this page (don’t forget the Links), my absolutely sizzling About page, and should you feel the need, my email address. Check back after 1 August for Stage Two.

… Hi. My name’s D F Mamea. I’m a screenwriter.