Slap & Tickle

On The Hunt… For A Life

My life is eternally incomplete… I wonder if I will ever actually finish anything that I start? This weekend I accomplished nothing. I had plans to accomplish things, more likely start the process that would eventually lead to an accomplishment or two, but I blew them off for, uh…, nothing important. I go through life, setting goals, ignoring them while watching a rerun of Hometime (hey, I just love Dean and Robin… I loved JoJo, but now I love Robin).

My friends, few that I still have, all were out of town doing various things that people with lives do: camping, visiting friends in far off cities, performing maintenance on a vacation home, etc. Me? I fed my friend’s cats… and watched Real Sex on HBO (“It’s not just television, it’s damn-near soft-core porn!”)

Stop! Too much damn excitement!

My sister was housesitting for my parents, so I could walk around the place talking to myself. I did manage to come up with some funny bits that I neglected to write down.
I certainly hope my fish enjoyed the show, as the moment is lost to history.

I did manage to finally start on my Project Greenlight script. Not pleasant at this point. I’ve discovered that the script has major plot holes that I need to fill without seeming too cliché or that I’m simply trying to fill desperate plot holes with an added scene here and there.

The idea is simple, I’ve just got to get it to move well. It’s one of those situations where I know what I want, I know what I need, I just don’t know how to get it or go about getting it. I take that back: I know exactly how to get it… but am I willing to put in the time and effort? I’m sure I’ll piss away the opportunity. At least I’m consistent in my continuous failures.

Personally, I don’t think this is something that Greenlight will want or use. But I’m trying to get myself to complete some scripts. I have a folder full of “ideas” and articles that could be pretty cool, but mostly unworkable (i.e. I’m unable to put in a slight effort to make them workable). I have another folder full of treatments and partial treatments and the vague beginnings of an outline for a treatment, but nothing completed. I need to actually complete something and if a comedy about a perpetual bridesmaid is going to get me to complete something, then damnit, I’m going to do it. Or pretend that I am between naps.

It’s supposed to be a comedy and we shall see if it indeed turns out that way. Currently, I’m trying to get each act organized in some sort of recognizable order. Try as I half-heartedly, maybe, kind-of, sort-of did, I still am WAY off from having a treatment that makes any kind of sense.

Since I bought Final Draft over a year ago, I felt it was time to dust it off and start using it. It seems to work fine, but it’s taking me a while to learn just what the hell it does and how the hell it works. What ever happened to manuals included with the purchase of the software? System help is now online, and I just don’t have the energy to go and look up much needed information. So, I just hunt around, hoping to stumble across my answer.

Which is such a metaphor for my life, it’s scary. I hunt around and can’t find my life: “Shhh, I’m hunting life.”

I have more to say on this issue, but I don’t feel like writing about it right now. Maybe I’ll finish this up tomorrow…