adversity meets confirmations

This has been a long road.

And we're hardly half way there.

The long bouts of writer's cramp (not "block"... I've got writer's diarrhea if anything...)waiting... waiting for character's to claim their voice in my mind, for the re-"vision" of a scene, bringing a whole new conotation to the word...

Re framing, in my mind, something that has yet to be in front of my eyes.

But I can see it.

I can see every moment of it. Not just the film, but the rehearsals, the smells of the food, the passion, tension, a scratchy throat from voicing concerns and needs and desires for the result.

Flick. This dream. Relentless in my heart.

The closer and closer we (as in my self, the script, The Miss Nicole, the actors, the crew) are getting to the goal time of production, we are all pushed away, by our personal lives.

I see colition between the reality and the written characters involved... I know the drama in my own world, the illness, setbacks, finances, families, emotions, hardships that not only I endure, but what appears to be everyone involved in the project.

I take my part one day at a time, needing to make money to support myself, and waiting for those urges to splooge (yes, I did say "splooge") out another 20-30 pages in a night, including revisions.

Flick has extended itself into a story, not just a concept.

Characters, feelings, emotions, passion, choice, sacrifice and ultimately, free will..

Stay tuned.

The saga continues, as the world turns, the stars align, and I itch this pound of hair attached to my skull.