Get It Done...

This blog is becoming increasingly like a diary. And diaries are not very manly things. So I shall refocus my attention on getting stuff done...

First, its essay time. The dreaded clock is about to strike its final deadline. We have been tasked with writing a discussion paper on narrative related business with multiple questions to choose from. How lucky are we? Some people get wine, other people get chocolate, we screenwriters get multiple choice. I've decided to go with the Little Red Riding Hood comparison piece that basically asks for the writer to draw similarities and/or find discrepancies between the original fairy tale story and a modern update of the same tale. How have narratives evolved and changed? Why have they changed? etc, etc, etc...

I have researched updates on Little Red and found a multiplicity of incarnations from short films to TV one-off specials, to cartoons, to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and beyond. However, my chosen piece is a film called "Hard Candy," which is a clear and distinct rebirth of the Little Red story, updated for modern times (internet, paedophilia, guns) with a contemporary twist (this time its the Big Bad Wolf who has to watch his back).

As I stated before in the blog, my disdain for this process is undiminished, but I have managed to find a neat little way of comparing said stories so that I may invest this discussion paper with some bite (pun intended). Meanwhile, my narrative related script assignment is ever changing. I have written many drafts of an idea that I have changed so many times it resembles my original concept in only but theme (basically I'm saying that sex trafficking is a miserable business. Not staggeringly original but surely more preferable to all the teen angst bullshit the lecturers have read a thousand times over). Such I suppose is the process of scriptwriting. Ever developing a person's script, whether it's good or bad, becomes like a living organism which moves and breathes with endless fluidity. Oh, aren't I getting up my own arse? One can get lost up there for days. I should know, my head's been up my rectum half my life anyway.

Anyway, speaking of anyways, things are looking a bit brighter now that I have latched onto clarity of thought regarding this unit's elusive materials and over-convoluted language, reinvigorating my faith in the course somewhat (it is about the work you put in after all, I still like to blame everyone else though, it's more fun). Plus my six minute short has been chosen for production, so I've crowned myself director and all-round creative fuck-a-roo and started to assemble a motley crew of fellow writers to help make it. Hopefully it won't suck.

Otherwise, the current assignment as a complete entity is due in within seven days from my typing this. The clock is ticking and I seem to be getting frequently distracted by pretty girls (even the non-pretty ones), sitting around in my underwear drinking coffee and scratching my balls, and watching old TV shows I enjoyed as a kid. One hundred pounds to the person who can guess which one. Either way, the title of my script embodies my new found attitude - Get It Done.