When I left work the Friday before Christmas, I was filled with more than just the Christmas spirit. We were closed down the whole week between Christmas and New Years, and I knew this was a great chance to get ahead of my screenwriting schedule. Without the huge, daily time commitment of my job, I could spend the entire day turning the crank on the scene factory in my skull. My productivity level would soar. I might finish an entire draft.
I am back at work now, and can you guess how many words I added over the break? Yep, you got it on the first guess. Zero. I didn't even keep up with the normal page-a-day commitment I stick to when my day job is in session.
My lack of progress was not the result of an overly busy holiday schedule. The fourteen episodes of Lost I watched on DVD are more than enough evidence that I had some free time.
Lately, life seems to be screaming a principle in my direction, and I think it will keep beating me with the idea until my head absorbs the concept.
Structure. Structure. Structure.
The story has to have structure. My life has to have structure. I try to fight against following the rules. After all, I'm artistic, right?
Puh-lease.
Without structure, my story wanders aimlessly and goes nowhere. Why would I think my life would behave any differently?
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