You know i'm writing a screenplay, and it's a terrible time of year to be doing this, with all the other seasonal chores there are to cope with. I was trying to clear my decks (the ones covered with holly) so as to have a clear run at a first draft before all heaven breaks loose. But then my partner, the historian, on whose book I am basing the film, handed me a huge briefcase full of documents and notes, more research that she had accumulated and almost forgotten. Oy.
Well, I love research, too, and some of the material she supplied carried real insights into some of the characters I'm dealing with, whose voices I hadn't heard before. They are minor characters, to be sure, but they are protagonists, buddies of the main character and they're in it with her and I have to know what they sound like. Got it.
Research is one of the chief temptations of a writer: you never want to stop. It's a milder, innocuous-looking form of BLOCK, never acknowledged as such. So - two days gone. Tomorrow I plunge. So - I thought I had better blog a little before I go.
I might disappear.