And Onto Other Things

Okay, so my big plan for November was to write a novel, or at least get deep into a first draft of one.

Well, that didn't happen. As usual, I'm full of excuses, but I don't feel like this has been a failure. My job is still long hours. My commute is still awful, and seems to grow a little worse every day. But my creativity, well I'm feeling a little better about it.

I started strong. I was really going to write those 50,000 words. And after my second writing session I had an idea for a screenplay. So I dropped the novel and wrote the screenplay instead.

No, not exactly.

I'm still percolating on this screenplay idea. It's a thriller and I usually write comedy, so I find this interesting in the same way that I thought trying to write 50,000 words in 30 days was a good idea. But the point is that trying to write the novel opened something in my brain and I came up with this idea that will eventually turn into something grand. I just know it.

And I'm not done with the novel. I'm just done for now. I actually really loved the adaptation process. I didn't have to think so terribly hard as to create a new world since I had the screenplay written, I just had to reimagine the telling a of a world I already created. Extremely challenging, and the few days I did work on it just left me wanting longer stretches of time to work on it. I know during my next break from unemployment, I'm going to crank out that first draft and it's going to feel great.

I wonder if I'll end up writing the novel before this new screenplay. We shall see. Another new project added to my internal To Do list.