I am working on an original screenplay. Although I must admit, I have been working on it more slowly, than surely. Writer’s block never hits me as hard as it does when I attempt to move my script forward. Every time I pick up the script, I crash into an invisible barrier which makes the U.S. naval blockade of Cuba during the Cuban Missile Crisis seem like the finish line tape at the local 5K race. Perhaps the movie gods have sent this immovable force to convey to me the message that my great movie idea needs more polishing, the same kind of polishing required to turn sand into the mirror used in the Hubble Space Telescope.
But I digress. As I understand it, the movie industry would consider this a “spec” script; which, in plain English, means it will never see the light of day. Actually, it means that the script is unsolicited, and no one has actually paid me to work on the project. Common knowledge seems to suggest – if that community is the internet, that is; and really, does a bigger community exist? – that my efforts will never make it onto the Big Screen.
But I am okay with that. I have managed to convince myself to enjoy the journey, however painful it has seemed so far, and not focus on some distant theoretical destination. After all, the salmon knows that it will die after spawning, yet it still fights its way upstream until it accomplishes its mission. A shooting star knows it will burn up in the Earth’s atmosphere, yet it still arcs across the night sky in a flash of fiery glory, amazing all the terrestrial beings lucky enough to view it.
So I will continue to plow away, head down, one foot in front of the other. If I ever finish this screenplay, perhaps I will post it here on The Perch. In the meantime, if you ever dip your toes into the frigid, fast-moving waters of a Pacific Northwest stream one fine, fall day, please look for me.