This is a picture of us writing. Notice how there's only one of us at the computer? I'm on a beanbag. Phil does the writing, and for those of you who know me well, I talk. I'm actually taking random photos with my new CanonA430 (I highly recommend it) while Phil taps away.
Lately, we've been pleasantly surprised by our work. Twelve years on it looks like we have a worthy mani character (Katy) and a good, solid story.
This is how we got to the screenplay on this particular rewrite:
So far we're up to page 20 and we haven't lost sight of our main character, Katy.
My Life otherwise . . .
I get up at 6am, check my Curtin students' online assignments and queries, do website updates, meet with potential clients, chase existing ones for unpaid invoices, continue working on current client websites, mark student assignments, eat stuff and finally write with Phil until . . . well . . . now roughly. Which gives me 6hrs sleep.
All I want to do is sleeeeeeeep.
I wonder what it would be like to die?
I read somewhere that if humans were immortal, the average age would be about 200 years (based on the number of fatal household accidents alone).
Lately, we've been pleasantly surprised by our work. Twelve years on it looks like we have a worthy mani character (Katy) and a good, solid story.
This is how we got to the screenplay on this particular rewrite:
- We used the Clare Dobbin Matrix to analyse the existing story
- We broke the story down into about 16 sequences, tracking our main character
- We titled each sequence (for main character) and made micro-notes on 3 x 5 cards
- We discussed the hell out of each sequence from the main character's story POV
- We attacked the screenplay scene by scene
So far we're up to page 20 and we haven't lost sight of our main character, Katy.
My Life otherwise . . .
I get up at 6am, check my Curtin students' online assignments and queries, do website updates, meet with potential clients, chase existing ones for unpaid invoices, continue working on current client websites, mark student assignments, eat stuff and finally write with Phil until . . . well . . . now roughly. Which gives me 6hrs sleep.
All I want to do is sleeeeeeeep.
I wonder what it would be like to die?
I read somewhere that if humans were immortal, the average age would be about 200 years (based on the number of fatal household accidents alone).
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