First let me say how royally I screwed in anything that had to do with women in my Oscar® picks. Oh well, I always did relate better to the guys. I was fine with Tilda Swinton winning for Michael Clayton. It’s a great movie and she did a fine job. I just found myself more emotionally engaged in Ruby Dee’s performance. And at least Cate didn’t win for obliterating what was/is brilliant about Bob Dylan. Maybe I’ll have more to say on that when I see the movie, but I doubt it.
So, what was I going to talk about besides nothing? Progress? Yes, this is about the progress on my rewrite. Holding myself accountable for what must be done. I got past Page 52. And now as I write this, I can’t even remember what is on page 52, what I was stuck on and how I got past it. Hang on. Let me just check on that. Ah, yes, that scene. I read it now and I still can’t remember what was sticking me. Guess that means I solved it and moved on. I know I switched the characters lines. And then changed about 90% them after the switch.
Then I moved on to the next scene, ready to make more changes but turns out it didn’t need any. The stuff I changed in the preceding scenes made this particular scene have even more impact and meaning. Nice surprise. Got the next section set up, which does need – wait, need is the wrong word – which does want some changes. And I’m moving on, looking forward to the next stumbling, the next stuckness…you know, those places where you can drive yourself nutty and then surprise yourself with your creativity. That’s the real joy of writing.
