04 December 2012

My Stories Don't Feel Like Being Told

So the class I have been looking forward to the most has now become my worst enemy: Fundamentals of Screenwriting. I love this class. I have so much fun in it. We talk about anything and everything. My prof is currently making a documentary about zombies called "Doc of the Dead" which I think is going to be awesome and might be one of the few documentaries I voluntarily see. Please everybody watch the link.
Anywhich, for my final in this class I have to write a script for a short film. I adapted my story that I wrote earlier so that it could be a short film, but I can't really get the idea out of my head and onto paper. I think I might have to be heartbroken to write, because right now every time I go to write about this chick's terrible girlfriend I think about my girlfriend and I forget to write anything worth complaining about.
I came to this conclusion while I was sitting with my friend waiting for a ride. I had my notebook open to a blank page, my pencil poised over the lined paper, and I couldn't write. The most I could do was write her name in my crazy Celtic letters, which annoyed my friend who is taking a Typography class, but I still can't write without a broken heart. The only thing I could think to do was remember a time like the one I was writing about. It didn't work. I just wrote down a bunch of random shit from my past, but I couldn't focus. I'm not used to happy. I shall blame it all on her, then everything will be even more confusing, but she'll laugh and apologize, and I will renounce my claim to be a writer.