A Plot to Take Over the World
Man, I suck at this.
But not as much as Blair, who hasn’t posted in I don’t know how long.
We love you, Blair.
Here is how bad I am at blogging: I posted an entry when I was at 110 pages on the most recent script, but I failed miserably to say anything at all when I finished the damn thing a few days later.
At 147 pages, it was a notable achievement, but did I get out the blogging tools and carve my triumph in netstone?
Nope. But I did give it to my mom to read. Take that, Other, More Consistent Bloggers!
So it’s been a couple weeks (and more) since that time, and I have a choice in front of me.
I could start work on draft 2 of The Other Woman (as it is currently labeled). Or I could continue fixing the plot of How to Date Your Cousin, on which I have been spending much thought.
I had some talk with Greg on the subject of said plot, and I feel as though I fixed a fundamental character issue that sparks further possibility for the script.
Here is the problem with this, however. While some people can spit out plot points and setpieces as if chewing raw story tobacco, I am not some people.
I have problems with plot.
I especially have problems with funny plot. Stupid romantic comedy.
You would think that with some great character types and a really quality situational premise, it would be easy to come up with some hella-funny scenes, but this is actually quite difficult for me.
So I could spend all my time thinking about this desperately ailing plot,
I could bump it back into the subconscious to work on the thing for which I actually have ideas.
What to do, what to do.