Sunday, January 29, 2006

She's back...

Hm. What to say. I've managed to rip my eyes away from the James Frey freakout, and write 12 pages of...something. Something. I'm definitely driving in the dark with the headlights on, to paraphrase E.L. Doctorow. I've written other stuff in the interim: a short story, some promotion of my books, and lotsa blogging. Meanwhile, I just opened up one of my dormant screenplay files and began to write.

I can look at McKee and Field and all the Campbell-inspired books I like, but...they never work for me. They never reach me where I can work. I've taken writing workshops in screenwriting, and while I can understand why it's REALLY GOOD to have 12 major plot points before you begin, it doesn't help me write.

So I'm just writing, and hoping to surprise myself. Please wish me luck.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Where Did I Go?

I'm marketing two books: My Fat Dog and My Fat Cat.

Fat Cats: You can visit me on the web here.

Fat Dogs: You can visit me on the web here.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Real Life 1, Screenplay 0

1. Family reunion.

2. Last minute book editing.

3. Revving up for publicity on two books.

Charlie Kaufman could make a screenplay out of this. Not moi.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

GRAHAM GREENE ROCKS

Not exactly a progress report, but our book group read "Orient Express," by Graham Greene, which he wrote expressly to Sell To The Movies. It's a train adventure/thriller--you know, unlikely romances, daring escapes, and, of course, about nine thousand times more thoughtful than the average crap that is "written to sell to the movies." But like a good thriller, it never stops moving, even as it breaks your heart. I learned lots.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Jungian progress report

Progress report: about 200 words of various sizes, which breaks down to two or three scenes.

Weirdness progress report: As I have written elsewhere, I am basically a card-carrying atheist who spent too many years in Catholic school to really, truly, ever have it leave her. So as a result, I regularly renounce superstition, and then, about two weeks later, crack open a book on...shamanism. Or I buy candles with cool names with gemstones that are supposed to help me process stuff. I used to pretend I didn't do this. But I do.

So the latest superstition outbreak was listening to a shamanistic CD by Alberto Villoldo, who started out a scientist, and now does ritualistic rituallly rituals based on the shamans he studied with in South America. And I listened to it last night, and basically dreamed I was in a classic Hitchcock movie, with shades of...Diabolique. Was I a murderer, or wasn't I? I woke up before I could find out.

I am taking this as a good sign. Just as I am a shamanistic atheist, I am also one of those writers who spends half the time saying it's just about producing words, and the other half the time chasing the...well, the high that writing something scary/fantastic gives you. It IS about sitting your ass down and writing to you quota. But it is also about...well, the fictive dream. So last night I had one. Thanks, Alberto. May my guide animal spirit (the pink flamingo, don't you know) show me the way. Amen.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Sorta Progress Report: Seeing Diabolique

Well, I rented Diabolique because...I thought it was something like what I'm going for in this script.

And it is, and it isn't. It's been a way long time since I've seen it. So long, I've remembered it all wrong.

For those of you who've never seen it, it's about how two women, one, a tough-talking teacher, the other, her ex-nun headmistress boss, who conspire to kill a man: the headmistress' husband...who is also the teacher's lover.

What surprised me is how long it takes for the movie to get to the thriller part. What remains is just what a powerhouse actress Simone Signoret was...so willing to be disliked. So herself.

Did it teach me anything? Yes. Lots. But it wasn't the movie I remembered.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Progress Report

Title: Underneath

Update: Well, it's still about the things I think it's about...and MORE! I've been listening to my latest guru writing CD. (And while I"m at it, let me introduce myself: hi, I'm Martha, and I'm addicted BOTH to self-help books and writing advice books...until I get sick of them, give them away, and start all over again.)

I've done a logline, which seems to work.

I've done some brainstorming.

And I've written about seven pages.

What's it about? Hm. I realize that screenwriting 'bots are not perched in my computer, waiting to scoop the story up and take it to a producer, stripping me of credit. But let's just say it's about someone who doesn't want to be who she is, and gets mixed up with the wrong people because of it.

What's been working? I watched a really mediocre movie a couple of days ago, filled with good acting, and it so did enrage me, that I started working on the script again. The CD, which also has a book, has been helping, too. I'm very definitely not a Robert McKee person, though I know it would behoove me to read more Aristotle and stuff. STORY made my head hurt. Linda Seger much more my style.

What's not been working? Thinking about turning it into a novel. Which might happen anyway.

What's the juiciest part of the story? The character has problems with her eyeglasses.

No, I'm not kidding.