In a windstorm of activity last night, I had the uncontrollable urge(I can't say that without repeating it, Devo style) to write another Horror script within my ten day program. 7 pages went from keyboard to screen in a half hour. I felt I knew the story inside and out. And it is repugnant. Where has my mind gone? Am I becoming a horror writer? Do I in fact have this much horror inside me? The situation I was thrust into last night, writing a story about something I have never experienced, and it being so difficult to digest, I just wonder where this came from. I had nightmares about it. Yet, I am enthralled, and will finish this macabre opus in my allotted ten days, or die trying.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly blood lust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I'm Starting To Scare Myself
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Yeah, as they dig up bones in my crawl space!
My very first attempt at writing was a simple coming of age story (set in an apartment complex with specific circumstances surrounding the main characters). Then I got bit by the Done Deal bug and saw something similar optioned. All I could do was go on to Idea #2, but my fellow writers in my local screenwriter's group loved the original idea and told me not to abandon it. One suggested I make it a horror genre instead, and by jove, why not? I could be dipping my toe in soon.
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