So I've always been told I write well, despite a split infinitive here and there. And, truth be said, I've been vain about that, still am. But I've never produced much substantive, or at least that I think of as substantive. I've had a parody speech printed in a small professional Journal, and another more serious article and an interview in the same journal, I've had two pieces of erotica published—one in a zine and another in a self-published (by a writing group) collection, I've had a series of short pieces published in a gaming zine, and a co-written article in a professional journal. I've gotten paid for copywriting and editing. Adding all that up it doesn't seem like much.
I'd had the thought that writing might be a good end of career or third act vocation. You know, make some money at it to make the retirement (???) richer. Well it's not quite worked out that way except maybe for the copy for funeral home voice overs. Trust me, it won't make me richer.
About seven years ago, laid off in a political cleansing at 61, I took a short hiatus after some surgery to take an intensive writing program on screenwriting. Most of my classmates were much younger, though a couple were around my age. It seemed like a bit of a flyer. Do you have any idea how many people are or claim to be screenwriters, and how few have actually had a film made? There is a substantial cottage and not so cottage industry that supplies to their aspirations. I know. I'm on all of their email lists.
But it appealed. I love good films and it is the medium of the age. What the novel was to the 19th century, the film is to our era. And I do like to write. Besides I've always had this on again off again relationship with the theatre, a sometime community thespian.
So now I am two completed screenplays later, and three or four other projects in some stage of writing, all needing work, especially the "completed" ones. And truth once again be said, I can't seem to write a lick except this damn blog. I'd sort of hate to think that this is it. I don't mind, but it feels a little like another pffft!
I'd had the thought that writing might be a good end of career or third act vocation. You know, make some money at it to make the retirement (???) richer. Well it's not quite worked out that way except maybe for the copy for funeral home voice overs. Trust me, it won't make me richer.
About seven years ago, laid off in a political cleansing at 61, I took a short hiatus after some surgery to take an intensive writing program on screenwriting. Most of my classmates were much younger, though a couple were around my age. It seemed like a bit of a flyer. Do you have any idea how many people are or claim to be screenwriters, and how few have actually had a film made? There is a substantial cottage and not so cottage industry that supplies to their aspirations. I know. I'm on all of their email lists.
But it appealed. I love good films and it is the medium of the age. What the novel was to the 19th century, the film is to our era. And I do like to write. Besides I've always had this on again off again relationship with the theatre, a sometime community thespian.
So now I am two completed screenplays later, and three or four other projects in some stage of writing, all needing work, especially the "completed" ones. And truth once again be said, I can't seem to write a lick except this damn blog. I'd sort of hate to think that this is it. I don't mind, but it feels a little like another pffft!
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