I wrote another scene to ‘Not Being a Dick’ last night. Six pages. Couple more scenes and I think it will have the right kind of shape to it. December 5th is the deadline to submit ‘plays that feature innovative uses of music’ to the Festival of Ideas. I’m on track to have my submission ready.
After that I’ll return my attention to a second draft of ‘That Moment In Between’. Rob got back to me with notes. I made a point of NOT putting too much thought towards them just yet. I lived with that script in my head for two weeks. I was dreaming scenes that I wrote the night before. Before I jump back into that pool, I’m taking an opportunity to dry my imagination off first.
Sarah wants to see that script. I sent her ‘Highwaymen’, and ‘Republic of Doyle’. On top of everything else she’s doing, I’m sure it will take a while for her to get to my screenplay anyway. If I wait until December 10th to send it, I think it will be fine.
I really need to go for a wander. I did a lot of that when I first got here, and it was thrilling. Now I find myself sticking to the same worn paths and routines. It’s nice on one hand – makes me feel like I actually live here. But there’s something to be said for the spirit of exploration to shake the mind from its druthers.
What the hell does ‘druthers’ mean anyway?
noun (usu. one’s druthers) – a person’s preference in a matter : if I had my druthers, I would prefer to be a writer.
That’s the actual definition I copied and pasted from my dictionary. Funny. Also, I choose to leave the word stand as is. It’s good for a mind to be shaken from its preferences.
Alright. It’s late afternoon and I have to write another scene. After that, I’ll go for a wander. Those are my druthers.