Thursday, March 15, 2007
Random PDP(ism)
Well it's been a while since I did a pdp stylee blogarithm, so here we go.
It's all a bit "raaa". Yet again I have put too much on my plate, and having trouble deciding where my priorities lie.
I've been doing more with the comedy bar, and since my ambition has always been stand-up comedy, (along with that best-selling never-going-to-be-written novel), I'm finding it hard to think about much else. Rather pissy annoying that it can't count towards my placement, but working at blockbusters can. Tut. I'm promoting and organising events and stand ups, who tend to be unreliable, constantly late, and with admirable notions of grandeur (sometimes, mostly they're lovely), but yes. It can't count. RUBBISH.
But there is much else to think about. Really enjoyed the adaptation unit, and I'm having some fun toying round with ideas for adapting the Blake poem. My original thoughts were - just have a laugh with it, and there was bound to be some lesbianism involved. However, as usual with my writing - and some might say my life in general - the comic layer has been scraped away now to reveal a more passionate, serious adipose tissue. Adipose right? I don't know, biology was my weak point. It was only for a pretentious metaphor anyway, so who cares. Yeh, erm, so the 'fun' idea is out the window. Plus Adam Mason would only out do me. Check yourselves and get ready for a passionate, heart-wrenching opera! Oh yes, I can hear your glans popping in anticipation.
Music scholarship business (and busyness) has also been taking over. The generally inept choir has been slapped with a very challenging piece and the conductor is probably soiling himself in a constant but gentle flow.
Also, placement business is stressing me out.
But to the main point....scripts scripts scripts. I'm nowhere near as far into the development as I'd like to be, but at least I'm on my way. Thing is, the one hour one I really care about, I want to immerse myself in it. But there is so much going on at one time, so many places to be for PAL, choir, student repping, comedy business, lectures, seminars, mothers going insane etc, that i don't get a chance to write for more than an hour or so at a time. Apart from late at night into the early hours. Hence it's almost 4am, and I'm winding down. I can't go straight to sleep after writing this, otherwise I dream the nasty things that I'm writing about. Or just think, no that scene is rubbish, I should swap that for this, what's the script about, why do i bother, i'm rubbish, i should quit, yadda yadda yadda....... and ultimately never sleep. So yes, chance for some reflection all for you my darling Marian. By the way, poor effort on blog updating... tut tut tut.
Oh yes and Episode Drama. It's looking like it may be on the up, a bit. After smashing 4 laptops, I decided writing war-like action sequences weren't my forte, not even my piano (yes i know what you're thinking - stop being such a 'muso'. well suck on my perfect fifth til it's an augmented fourth and we'll all get along fine. this is ironic, i hate musos...they're the worst type of person. especially pervy pianists)
Time to drift off listening to BBC7. They've been playing picture of dorian gray recently, which I am pleased about.
Good night imaginary reader.
It's all a bit "raaa". Yet again I have put too much on my plate, and having trouble deciding where my priorities lie.
I've been doing more with the comedy bar, and since my ambition has always been stand-up comedy, (along with that best-selling never-going-to-be-written novel), I'm finding it hard to think about much else. Rather pissy annoying that it can't count towards my placement, but working at blockbusters can. Tut. I'm promoting and organising events and stand ups, who tend to be unreliable, constantly late, and with admirable notions of grandeur (sometimes, mostly they're lovely), but yes. It can't count. RUBBISH.
But there is much else to think about. Really enjoyed the adaptation unit, and I'm having some fun toying round with ideas for adapting the Blake poem. My original thoughts were - just have a laugh with it, and there was bound to be some lesbianism involved. However, as usual with my writing - and some might say my life in general - the comic layer has been scraped away now to reveal a more passionate, serious adipose tissue. Adipose right? I don't know, biology was my weak point. It was only for a pretentious metaphor anyway, so who cares. Yeh, erm, so the 'fun' idea is out the window. Plus Adam Mason would only out do me. Check yourselves and get ready for a passionate, heart-wrenching opera! Oh yes, I can hear your glans popping in anticipation.
Music scholarship business (and busyness) has also been taking over. The generally inept choir has been slapped with a very challenging piece and the conductor is probably soiling himself in a constant but gentle flow.
Also, placement business is stressing me out.
But to the main point....scripts scripts scripts. I'm nowhere near as far into the development as I'd like to be, but at least I'm on my way. Thing is, the one hour one I really care about, I want to immerse myself in it. But there is so much going on at one time, so many places to be for PAL, choir, student repping, comedy business, lectures, seminars, mothers going insane etc, that i don't get a chance to write for more than an hour or so at a time. Apart from late at night into the early hours. Hence it's almost 4am, and I'm winding down. I can't go straight to sleep after writing this, otherwise I dream the nasty things that I'm writing about. Or just think, no that scene is rubbish, I should swap that for this, what's the script about, why do i bother, i'm rubbish, i should quit, yadda yadda yadda....... and ultimately never sleep. So yes, chance for some reflection all for you my darling Marian. By the way, poor effort on blog updating... tut tut tut.
Oh yes and Episode Drama. It's looking like it may be on the up, a bit. After smashing 4 laptops, I decided writing war-like action sequences weren't my forte, not even my piano (yes i know what you're thinking - stop being such a 'muso'. well suck on my perfect fifth til it's an augmented fourth and we'll all get along fine. this is ironic, i hate musos...they're the worst type of person. especially pervy pianists)
Time to drift off listening to BBC7. They've been playing picture of dorian gray recently, which I am pleased about.
Good night imaginary reader.
