And then you become a screenwriter. And you write your first script in seven minutes. How you did it, nobody knows. But you did. You wrote a 100 page script in seven minutes, and it's wonderful because it's got soul but it's awful because you've never written a script before.
And then your friend Patrick says "dude, it's way too romantic. Nobody likes that cheesy bullshit," so you take out a bit of the cheese because maybe it is a bit touchy feely. And then you meet a guy who wrote two episodes of that thing on that channel nobody ever watches, and he says, "the joke about the pencils isn't funny. Pencils aren't funny. Lemonade is funny." So you take out the joke about the pencils and replace it with a joke that isn't about pencils.
The thing that is great about your script though is that you captured that really incredible feeling you had that time you and that girl went to that bench by the field near where the hill overlooked the big tall building near your old school, when you were looking up at the big beautiful sky. But Mr Singh who works in the shop near the place where they used to sell like a million different types of envelope says to you "I think you're being a bit silly if you think the sky is magic, there's so much pollution, and films that are about the sky don't really sell unless you have a machine blow up and fall out of it."
You know you're right, deep down, you love going hahahahaha and you love that girl and going to the bench near the thing and you love how amazing the sky is. But then you meet a guy called Zack who worked as an extra on that pretty funny thing that used to be on after that famous show and he also directed one episode of a webisode called "LOL @ Life!" which had at least a viewer, so he knows his stuff and he wants to 'develop' new ideas with you but he says "don't write about the moon because it isn't marketable," and he reminds you that pencils don't put people's asses on seats and what you really need are big guns. You're not sure about the big guns but Zack has lots of weird shit in his hair and he has a nice wristwatch so you figure he must really know his stuff so you say "okay, so you don't want the moon?" and he says "no, fuck the moon, that's bullshit," and then you take out the moon and replace it with a scene where the chick with the big breasts blows up the village with her nipples.
But the film never gets made because your script is really shit and the guy with the gunk in his hair is actually an undercover underachieving understudy in a play called "Chipmunks on Skates," so you stop listening to him and go about your day.. and you start to think again about working on a new screenplay.
You have this idea in your head but you don't have much clarity but you think maybe it's something to do with the moon and the magic of the night and a pretty girl with a smile but there's this voice in you that says "that's not marketable you fucking shitfuck!" and then you meet this guy in a suit who says "if you want funding, then you need to know that we need a script that can be branded towards a person who would wear clothes made out of iPhones and eat food made out of Facebook statuses, so you really need to write something current." You keep trying to write it but it's really fucking terrible and you keep asking yourself, "why can't I write?" and you keep trying to feed the magic into your writing somehow but it. just. isn't. there.
You keep looking and you keep trying and you keep hoping that you'll stop being such a bad writer. And some guy who's a big shot says "we really need a film where a guy in his twenties owns a gun and overcomes obstacles by saving the girl from the cheer-leading thing and then he falls backwards in slow-mo and a black man delivers a line about choices and then a woman gets her breasts out in close-up." You write it and it's exactly what they asked for but they don't make the movie-- and you don't know why and they don't know why and nobody knows why and instead someone makes a sequel to that thing with the Vampires.
This part of you starts jumping up and down and screaming at you --- and it's saying, "write a movie about a girl and a tree and the moon," but there are a thousand voices of everyone you ever met saying, "it's not marketable, it's not brandable, there's no breasts, what are you doing, don't you want to be marketable?"
You take a moment to look at your heroes, you look at the essence of what they did and how they achieved it -- and every sign points to people stepping out and saying "HEY, I AM ME, this is how I SEE THE WORLD!" - and you realize, you need to do that very thing.
And it's your choice and it's your choice and it's your choice. You look at your writing over the last few years and the only time you say hahahaha is when you realize the absurdity of the crazy pointless adventure you've been on. You run around, and you search your home and you realize there's just one thing you need and then it will all come together. You run downstairs, you look under the pad next to the table by the chair; and there it is, exactly what you need: a brand new pencil.
Hahahaha you say to yourself, as you write your new screenplay.
What do you want, Mary? You want the MOON? Just say the word...
I just wee'd a little. Very funny!ReplyDelete
I feel like this at the moment. Everybody knows how to make your story better and you feel you should listen because their your potential audience. Then you realise you make films and they don't, and there's a reason for that.
Absolutely agree with you. Just yesterday I was talking to a gardener about my screenplay and he said: "that is not a can product" as if that would be a good thing. The discussion went on until with a slight irony he said to me" I think you are falling in Love with your Art", at this point I let him take another sip of his coffee and replied " if I don t love it in the first place, nobody will ever fall in Love with it". He picked up his scissors and went back to work.ReplyDelete
That isn't just screenwriting...that's writing, period.ReplyDelete
Then comes the part where you've fucking killed yourself for years and then you realize...nobody with any power to do anything will ever read it anyway.
Oh so true! It's really easy to lose that initial 'magic' by trying to make too many people happy, even when it's in the form of a wooly, vomit draft, and then all that happens is you end up with a well-executed but soul-less script. I've still got tons to learn and many more mistakes to make, but I have learnt that you should be open to good feedback from people you trust, and concentrate on writing something that gets you in the gut.ReplyDelete
Kid in the Front Row? Who are you? Really. Who the heck are you? It's killing me to know. Because this was brilliant and I laughed and I looked at my own writing and laughed again. HaHaHaHaHa. You're right. It's all about the moon and taking your lasso and pulling it down for Mary. And making you feel like you're 8 years old again. And you know your heart's gonna burst for sure if you don't see Mary soon because you are Jimmy Stewart, but a kid Jimmy, and you want so much to be that kid again. Thanks, Kid in the Front Row. You are now my moon.ReplyDelete
I opened a fortune cookie that reads, TO FIND SUCCESS YOU MUST LOOK WITHIN, while reading your post.ReplyDelete
I think the cookie is trying to teach me something about writing.
Hi Pilli Cortese.....recently I have been, more than normal, longing to see you again. Please get in touch soon as possible. Asad....I have also been emailing youReplyDelete
I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.ReplyDelete