Finished my 10-minute play today. Well, one of them. I had started a second one and may also try to finish it at some point.
It’s been ages since I’ve written for the stage. Not so different from screenwriting as far as style goes; you know, lots of dialogue and minimal direction. I leave that to the directors and the details to the art department. I tell a story and their job is to make it happen. Even my prose tends to be narrowly focused, and the most common criticism I used to receive in writing workshops (for prose) was that I didn’t always put in a lot of details.
The thing is, a lot of directors don’t want a ton of detail. And even if you give it, they’ll probably change it anyway. What I do like about this play that I’ve written–its title, like this post, is “Warm Bodies”–is that it can be interpreted any number of ways, I think. The director and the actors can have fun with it, “play” with it.
I’m sending it off to a competition. The deadline isn’t even until October 1, but when they sent me an e-mail and asked me outright to consider submitting something, I sort of had a kindling of an idea and ran with it. We’ll see how it goes!
I’ve been informed that today is Inspiration Blogfest. I am supposed to post a sort of prompt that will somehow inspire other to write. Hmm.
I’m no good at poetry. Believe me, I’ve tried, but it’s no use. I enjoy reading it, though, and here’s a poem by Shelley that we’ve probably all had to read at some point in our schooling. It’s titled “Ozymandias.”
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’
Ozymandias is the Greek name for Ramses II, and so this poem also appeals to my love of ancient history. Go and do with it what you will.
So I’d like to write a TV tie-in novel for Sherlock. BBC Books holds the worldwide publishing rights and has told me they have “no plans to do any books at this time.” (BBC Books is part of Ebury which is owned by Random House.)
The question is, then: how do I change their minds?
It’s been a while, but today I polished a couple old short stories and submitted each to a potential publisher. Wish me luck!
I have a lot of older stuff that, with some elbow grease, could possibly find homes in print somewhere. And so many current projects going on, too, but not enough uninterrupted time to get as much done in any one go as I’d like. The best time would be evenings, once the kids are in bed, but by then I’m beat. What I need is a writing vacation! Which is to say, a vacation–alone–during which I focus on my work. Backwards, perhaps, from the usual idea of a vacation, but for me it would be heavenly!
I was asked by a friend to try my hand at a 10- to 15-minute stage play. Cool. The idea I’m currently tinkering with seems to be something between Auntie Mame and Arsenic and Old Lace. But now I’m wondering if I can keep it to 10 or 15 minutes . . .
I have a backup scene in my head as well, though.
. . . whether to spec out “The Obstructed View” or “A Society of Martlets” for my television script. A lot of people really like “The Obstructed View,” I think, but I’m having trouble managing a teaser for it since the story starts in media res. But it does have one of the funniest exchanges (the one between Sarah and Mrs. Hudson). “A Society of Martlets” would have to be stripped of the S/J stuff, but that wouldn’t actually be very difficult to do . . . Hmm . . .
(Because fanfiction is just an aside, after all.)
For those who are curious, I am working on two new scripting projects: one television spec script and one feature-length romantic comedy.