Focus

I should know better.

But no, I go and brag about Things I Have Done and how a sweet idea just fell in my lap – and now I find myself standing in a growing pile of recycled A4 sheets peppered with handwriting. These aren’t notes on just that one project but (counts titles) – holy moley:

• an opening for a one-act theatre monologue that’s all atmosphere and not a single word of dialogue;
• an opening scene and some random character- and concept-notes for a TV drama;
• pages of bullet points listing wants and not-wants for a feature;
• a concept document and anaemic scriptment for a play;
• and – oh yeah – pages and pages on that ‘sweet’ project.

And that’s not all. There’s more where those came from. I’m serious.

‘S nothing like the early-early-early days of development where the promise of the concept seems within easy reach and all those querulous voices in the back of your head are easily silenced with, She’ll be right.

I know.

I know.

I’ll choose one – the ‘sweet’ proj’, natch – to actually write. With another project as a fallback. And another to develop in between times.