I feel at the moment as if my head is beset with stories.
On the one hand, I have my RPP entry. It’s going pretty well: I have a full draft, I’ve had lots of feedback and yesterday I had a read-through with some lovely actors. They offered me lots of great suggestions, thoughts and points of view for improving the script, though they did suggest I might need to re-align the beginning. I actually agree with them, but of course I’ve already sent my ten pages off. However I couldn’t have had this epiphany BEFORE this point and it’s a good beginning, but it needs – well, realignment considering the further changes I also want to make. Bugger. Still, live and learn. IF I get through to the next round I can worry about it then.
On the other hand, I have my novel. I’ve started dreaming about my characters now and their situation, it’s invading my thoughts at every opportunity. This is quite strange for me, since I can normally keep quite a tight rein on my ideas; one has never run away with me before. I find myself chewing it over like some kind of weird dream chewing gum. A bit like this on saturday:
HUSBAND: Can you take the vaccuum upstairs and vaccuum the bedroom?
ME: There was this boy and girl in my college when I was a kid who had a baby.
HUSBAND: That’s lovely. Can you do the vaccuuming?
ME: The thing is, do you think readers would accept that in a story, or do you think they would be too weirded out?
HUSBAND: I’m weirded out. Can you do the vaccuuming?
ME: I don’t think I’ll put that in after all. What if there was a lost baby of some kind?
So it’s kind of getting in the way. Plus the script reading too: having to earn money is such a bitch. Is there some sort of antidote for all this? Maybe I should just write the bastard novel until it’s done. Thing is, I’ve got loads of other things to do. Currently co-writing something with someone, collaborating with someone else and writing a treatment for someone else. Which is great, loving all of that, but dead and lost babies and general weirdness is kinda messing with my spiritual equilibrium.
Know what I mean?