I’ve always wondered if there is a shelf life for writing ability. I’m not talking about physical or mental obstacles, but a specific emptying of the creative tank that sees a once prolific and talented writer suddenly, inexplicably, exhausted of ideas. The thought creeps up every so often, usually on days like today when I struggle to make inroads on the rewrite of that YA military sci-fi pilot I’ve been sloooowly revising the past week. In this business, you’re only as good as your last script and, really, that only applies if the decision-makers have taken the time to read that last script…which is almost never.
It happens more times than I’d care to admit. I’ll spin my wheels on a project and think “This is it. I’m tapped out! What else can I do for a living?” and then reflect back and marvel on the countless times I turned things around and got shit done. It always seems like a lifetime ago. And then suddenly it’s eight months later and I’ve written some really great stuff. How did it happen? I have no idea. Was I possessed by the ghost of Christopher Marlowe for that period between pitching the pilot and delivering the finale? Maybe?
I console myself by remembering I was productive not all that long ago, recently enough to receive an encouraging email this morning about the series overview for Project F, and scheduled reminders for calls about two different sci-fi projects we’re about to take out.
What I may need is a deadline…
A reminder to join us later today (5:30 p.m. ET) when I’ll be getting together with the gang at Orville Nation to talk about Dark Matter Episode 4…
DARK MATTER MONDAYS! Plz.. RETWEET, Thx!😆
OPENING PANEL TO AUDIENCE TOWARDS END🤓
Monday Oct. 26… Episode💥4💥Season 1
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