I’ve decided to attend a screenwriting workshop next month in Nashville. Trying to find the time to work on my screenplay has been difficult lately. Seems there’s always something else I need to do, some other honey-dos around our house. I think about writing, usually while driving down the interstate or at 2 am when I’m trying to go to sleep.
Motivating myself to just sit down and write has haunted me for 18 years. I might work on the script for a couple of nights, but then get bogged down in dialogue or trying to perfect a scene. But then a song will come on the radio that reminds me to get to work.
FedEx delivered two books on screenwriting yesterday and I found myself reading one of them at every stoplight in Franklin today. I took it inside to read while I ate my hamburger lunch. Then tonight, I watched “When Harry Met Sally”. I should really be working on the script now. But the same thing that’s been in my way for nearly 2 decades is still blocking me.
The screenwriting weekend is in the middle of football season and comes at the exact same time as the Auburn-LSU game. I’ll tape the game, avoid the scores on the radio until I get home, and hope to find something at this conference that’ll jumpstart me all over again.