Mmmm… granola bars and Maria Callas. I just finished munching on a granola bar because I couldn’t stand to eat much dinner earlier this evening. I was getting rather frazzled because I was about to go to the final dress rehersal for that revue thing, and I hadn’t finished the sets yet. I was also wishing I could be upstairs in my room, working on the screenplay. Anyway, as I was saying, didn’t eat much dinner, so I was hungry. Still am, in fact. Maybe I’ll sneak back downstairs and grab another one.
As for the Maria Callas bit, I’ve been on an opera kick for the past few days. I think that’s what convinced me to change the screenplay. It had been bugging me whilst trying to write the other screenplay – the one that I thought up in London – because I couldn’t find the right soundtrack for it. I couldn’t find any music in my extensive music collection that inspired me to write. That made me feel the pain, happiness, and trials of the characters. Believe it or not, this was a serious problem. I couldn’t find my inspiration for it, like I could with all of my other writing projects. With that silly Harry Potter book it was a requiem by Mozart, with a bit of Danny Elfman, Amon Tobin, and Chopin thrown in. Yup, even a little Beck, for when I was in a particularly strange writing mood. And with what I’m writing now, it’s Maria Callas, ‘O Holy Night’, and Faure’s requiem. What is it? Can’t tell you. It’s a secret. 🙂 No, seriously, it is. I’ve been working on it for two years, developing characters, imagining it over and over again from beginning to end. I know every character as if they were an extension of myself. And, in a way, they are. It’s a very psychological story. Fitting since it’s about a bunch of people in an insane asylum. Anyway, I’ve decided to write that out as a screenplay to enter it in the contest, despite the fact it’s meant to be a novel first. Even though it’s thoroughly depressing right now, and will be until the very very ending, it’s a lot easier to write. I’m not depressed, it’s just the style is more comfortable. It’s introspective, rather than being superficial and absolutely ridiculous, like the other screenplay is. I’ll still work on my London script eventually, but it has to be when I’m giddy. Doesn’t work when I’m normal, writing about people in love and all that crap. 🙂 It’s much easier writing about a bunch of psycopaths.
That sounds scary.
The emails have levelled out at about 76. I’ve actually only received two emails today, how sad is that? I think it’s sad because I’m slightly worried about a friend of mine because he hasn’t emailed in a while. If it weren’t for that one person I’d be thrilled that my email intake has slowed down a bit. I need to work through that mound of messages before they all start disappearing.
I’m off to get another granola bar. I think it’s time for Ljiljan Molnar-Talajic, too. I’m getting tired of Maria Callas. Bring on the Puccini!
That ought to provide some funny queries to add to my list. 🙂