i’m not averse to story, i really don’t think i am. but it’s like – is that the difference between film and art? art doesn’t do narrative and film business does. it needs the hook. to sell the dvds. it’s scared of offering open ended thought. is that the nub? and i like open ended thought. but i can tell a story. i mean i think i can. though to say the log line makes me yawn before i’ve opened my mouth.

tell me the bit you didn’t like

i can’t

why

i don’t want to

oh

what

that’s different

beat, pause, 

oh don’t start with all that

i can’t help it

beat

i really hate when you do that, it’s so unnecessary

(i’m sorry i have a great drawing inside me and am away from my squeaky scanner)

i am auditioning characters and scenes. i write too much and then draw them and then think, are they resonating. am i falling in love with them, or getting scared of them or embarrassed. so they’ll stay a bit longer. but if they float by, then perhaps i have to pause on them. put them aside. even say goodbye, for now. like the scene on the right, less good than the one on the left – in script form – even though i like the picture:

i might as well pomp it up. and i might as well draw it out. so it gets made and i don’t get scared. so today i wavered between printing out the script so far written or reading it on the glaring blinding screen. and my eyes and a desire to hold my words won out. but i think i made the right choice and have been writing on the script lateral extensions and new scenes. it was good to print. not always but this time, it was.