The muse sniffed and snorted and hiccupped . . .

I've decided that the new project I mentioned earlier is going to be a film, not a novel.


I've got a nifty new laptop, a nifty new office chair, and a nifty new script-writing software package. Hopefully all this will encourage me to park my ass in my nifty new chair and use the nifty new software to write this thing.


We'll see. I've been working on a treatment for it, laying out the story and the character names, that sort of thing. I'm maybe a third of the way through it. I'll be trying to finish it over the next few days, then refine it a few times--this document doesn't need to be perfect because I'm the only one who will see it. It'll serve as the basis for the treatment I'll be showing to people down the road, but this one will be too long for that sort of thing.


The title I've given it for now is Sector 5. I'm not in love with it and I'm hoping a more gripping title will suggest itself down the road, but I have to call it something.


So, now all I need is the ending. That's what I'm going to be mulling over for the next few days.


I'm excited about the prospect of writing another screenplay, though. I think I enjoy that more than writing prose. Films and novels are such different media, with different priorities, that it's kind of refreshing to move from one to another. I'll probably spend the next few years alternating between the two.


Anyways, that will be my life, over the next few months. I'm looking forward to it.