For a while now, I’ve been puzzled by why my brain – so very well attuned to novels as a form – just doesn’t feel comfy with screen writing. I mean I love movies and I love narrative and I’m not big on writing setting, so shouldn’t it be a natural fit?
I’ve realised recently though that the reason might be very simple. My writing daemon often stops me doing things when he knows we aren’t ready to, and I suspect he’s been doing that here. I think he recognised something about screen writing that I didn’t. It requires planning. That thing which is anathema to me and my daemon.
This revelation led to an interesting question: Can a pure pantser like myself ever come at creating a screenplay? Maybe. Jury is still out on that. I do have some sneaky pantser ideas on how to tackle it, so we’ll see.
To inspire daemon and I to finally have a go, I’m doing a screen writing short course at a local university. I figure that I might as well hang out with a bunch of movie lovers and creative sorts while discussing movies a lot, even if I never write a screenplay. It cannot possibly be a bad way to spend a Thursday night.