Scriptfrenzy!

Now, I thought that I'd talked myself out of doing scriptfrenzy. I'm a book-writer, not a screenwriter, and I've no desire to be anything but. Besides, I've gathered that it's even more of a difficult biz to break into, and seems like I've already got my work cut out for me enough with the regular writing.

Then somehow, I find myself doing it.

I'm trying to not be too surprised about it.

The screenplay I'm writing is an idea that I'd had and put down in my little notebook o' plots, but it seemed too cliche to ever be worth seriously committing time to it. So I've decided that there's no harm in writing a screenplay that will never see the light of day about it. Better than scrounging one of my good plots on it.

Of course, it was going to start as a lighthearted romantic comedy. Mostly because I imagined that they'd be the easiest thing to write about and the plot vaguely fit the bill.

But this is me. Of course it's already got a conspiracy and a totalitarian government. Again, I'm trying not to be too surprised. They're things that tend to creep into my stuff, whether or not I intend it too.

The good news is that it's only 20,000 words, and I'm already 3,000 in. I'm guessing that I'll be finished by the end of the week, around Friday or so. Then I can get back to writing (or more accurately, avoiding writing) the sequel for the novel-from-hell.

On the personal front, still no job. Still no apartment. Another thing to try not to be too surprised abot.