A screenwriter’s journey could be compared to a steeplechase – jumping fences and/or ditches one after another – but what’s sorely missing from the analogy is that the jockey and his mount can see the obstacles beyond their immediate jump, and pace themselves accordingly.
Maybe it’s like… attempting a steeplechase with a miniature horse: each obstacle a sheer, towering wall of green, and it’s only when you’ve scaled that sucker, Mister Snuffles under one arm, you see up ahead another goshdarned wall of green.
My current project has been a long steeplechase.
1. I had my what-if moment.
2. A reality check of the idea was set aside in the spirit of how-hard-can-it-be.
3. Breaking the story has been a humbling experience.
And now as I grind through the script, something happened.
I can see the finish line.
This is so satisfying to hear. Go! For! It!
chur bro!
There’s a finish line? Where?
ya gots to have faith, brah.