One thought has dominated my mind this last week.
“I don’t think this is possible.”
Partly due to the laptop mishap, but mostly due to my blase attitude and general ‘it’ll be alright’ laziness. I left myself very little time to write the script for ‘Kapital’.
10 days ago I still had 100 pages to write. 10 pages a day?
Easy.
5 days ago, I still had 100 pages to write. 20 pages a day?
Easy, maybe.
Then I went out for dinner a lot.
2 days ago I had 60 pages to write. 30 pages a day?
Fuck.
Plus editing and I have to hand deliver it tomorrow. Or is it today yet?
Yep, it’s today.
Hand delivering means no last minute tweaks before emailing. It has to be right now for printing tomorrow morning. I mean this morning, in 7 hours.
I’ve been in a blind panic for most of the week; even when I was arsing around in pubs and restaurants, maintaining my vague semblance of tranquility.
“I can do this.” My surface thoughts told me.
“No you fucking can’t, and you know it.” Said my unconscious.
I’m good with deadlines, I rarely miss them. I tend to ignore them until they arrive, but I never exceed them. I honestly thought today was going to be the exception …
But it wasn’t.
I’m done and I’ve still got 12 hours to spare.
I don’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow I have 114 pages of glory finished and edited before me.
Reading back through it, I thought it was going to be horrible; but it’s not.
It’s quite good.
Mind you, my eyes are burning and I can barely think straight. So maybe my opinion is not to be trusted, but I think I’ve fulfilled all the criteria.
It’s going to be way too expensive to shoot as is, but it’s the draft I was told to write. The next step is to find out which bits we can’t afford and swap then for the cheap versions.
And that’s my handy hint for today. Or maybe this month. I don’t really give handy hints, I don’t feel I’m in any position to go handing them out; but for what it’s worth, this is mine:
Always have a cheap version.
Every scene, every sequence. Write the one you want to see, but always hold a cheap version up your sleeve.
And by sleeve I mean in your head. Not literally up your sleeve. That would be weird. Unless it’s currently in fashion, I have no idea.
Why am I talking about sleeves?
Cheap versions, right. Stay on topic.
Yeah, it’s twice the work and if you’re lucky, the cheap version will never see the light of day; but damn does it make you look impressive when people question it.
“We need to find a cheaper way of doing this.”
Always pause here. You don’t want to look like you’ve already thought about this. Coming up with it on the spot is so much more impressive.
BAM! Lay it on them. There’s your cheap version mofo.
Where’s my cheque?
Without a deadline I’ll look for any old excuse. Going down to the wire makes it more exciting and gets the brain firing.
What are walking about, sleeves? It’s what’s down the trouser legs!
you’ve appropriated that expression ‘mofo’ from me
GD: My legs are down my trouser legs – that’s about it.
JS: Yes I did, because you use it in every email and I’ve recently decided to start worshipping you.
ah yes – someone called me a cult the other week. at least that’s what i think he said
Stop pissing about on the internet and go and find a rooftop.
don’t be a mofo, mofo. got a whole new shoot day instead. deities can do that, you know