I notice this coincides with real work – both the drudgery of earning a living, and the ‘sink your teeth in’ stage of writing.
I’ve finished my WWI TV pilot, and entered it into a few competitions, so we’ll see what happens later in the year with those, but I am happy with it! I’ve just done my first draft of a horror, Sequestration Manor - Polishing like billyo to get that to Hayley McKenzie. Also sounding out the beat sheet for SM – which is a truly arduous process. Writing is hard but ‘beating it out’ is painful. Re-writing is painful, but the beats are agony. My mind wanders… I’m even considering housework instead of comparing my beats to the horror. Aha, I know – I’ll update my blog. That’s a worthy distraction…
Still, I intend submitting SM to competitions this year, before I can start on my new TV idea, so I’ll resume momentarily.
Perhaps it’s the time of year but it feels pretty relentless – almost hopeless! I’ve been writing for 8 years now? If I'd known when I started what I know now... But too late - now the pull is irresistible.
After this many years of free reign for the characters in my head, I also suspect I’d quickly turn schizophrenic if I suddenly stopped channelling them onto the page.