by The Beardly Writer
“Monday, Monday, so good to me.
Monday, Monday, it was all I hoped it would be.”
– The Mamas and the Papas
Another Monday, another blog post.
I wrote like a maniac this last week. I finished two complete edits of my screenplay and I think it’s about ready for another evaluation. The only roadblock is, those evaluations cost money. And money I ain’t got. Yes, I’m still looking for gainful employment. I’m exploring many options: full-time, part-time, contract, work-from-home, fiverr.com, thumbtack.com, craigslist.org, working a street corner… Daddy’s got to pay the bills, sug.
Even if I do pull together enough dosh to pay a few bills and send the script off to a reader, I’m also interested in submitting the script into a few contests, but those cost entry fees, too. Anyone want to be my patron?
Aside from writing, something sparked my old filmmaking passions again last week. Maybe it’s all the free time I have. Only, for the first time in nearly seven years, I find myself without access to a video camera. I’m really into being productive at the moment (to stave off boredom if nothing else), and I’d like to use this energy to do something creative. The trick is finding something that doesn’t also require me opening my wallet, because that lets the moths out.
With the script about as edited as it will get until I receive some feedback on it, I could either go back to Isolation, or go back even further to an earlier unfinished script, Everything Is Broken. Yeah, like the Bob Dylan Song. Or, start something completely new. That’s tempting, but I like the feeling of finishing something I’ve started. Isolation seems mountainous when I try and look at it. It looms over me, insurmountable. As soon as I think about it, my first reaction is to push it aside for later. I’m not sure where that impulse is coming from. I’ll try and figure it out this week.