Day 2 was great too of course. It was all big fun until Sam (super teacher extraordinaire) said:
“OK. So the next time we meet, you’ll bring, lets say, minimum 30 pages of your script”.
Whaa, what? Minimum 30 pages ?!? Bloody-hell! What happened to “Let’s start with 5 pages” ??
But I don’t even know how it starts! I don’t know how quirky my characters are going to be. I don’t know what they say to each other when they meet for the first time. Will they fall in love instantly? And isn’t the whole story crap to begin with? Didn’t I just happen to have the worst story idea in the class? And why did I want to do this in the first place?
That was yesterday evening, when I came home after 2 intense days in class and with a very tired head.
During my sleep Will and Nik moved into my head permanently. This morning in the bus on my way to work Will came and sat beside me. He told me about his life, and why he had become the man he was. I told him that things were going to be better for him, if I was able to write those 30 pages. I told him that he would meet someone at some point who would pull him out of his problems. And that he was going to mean a great deal to that person in return as well. He looked as if he didn’t really believe me, his one day beard emphasizing the state he was in. I told him to trust me and to stay with me for a while.
I am not lying, these 2 days in class have sparked my project into action. I can’t think of anything else but this story at the moment, which is a problem when at work. And I feel this longing to go to the Cafe and download stuff from my head to paper. I fear what will happen when the Cafe closes, I hope it doesn’t close the stream of inspiration I always got when I was sitting there.
I am afraid you have to put up with a lot of writing about writing the coming period. It’s a big part of my life and has taken over my mind at the moment. If you are tired of it you could try to suggest what you want me to write about in stead. I might listen. Or not.