Looking back on all the long days and countless hours Libby and I spent writing and producing that monster of a project, I feel idle. Like, I literally don't know what to do with myself now. Doing all my final papers and projects early easily pacified that idle feeling, but now that's all done too. For basically the next two weeks, I have nothing to do but sit around and relax. I feel like the dog who finally caught his tail. Afterwards the said dog looked at his tail, sat down, lit up a cigarette and asked the age old question "what the hell do I do with myself now?" I guess in dog terms, the most logical answer would be to seek out the nearest crotch to sniff, or fire hydrant to pee on (quitting smoking would also be on that dog's list, I hope). People like me and the aforementioned dog need constant stresses in order to feel accomplished. It keeps us sharp, and generally interested in life.
For me, seeking out the nearest fire hydrant to pee on translates into a new writing project, and the crotch sniffing would be analogous to finding an internship in LA. Hmm. I wasn't expecting that analogy to be layered with self-deprecation and vulgarity. I should work on becoming sensitive to gross or inappropriate things. I'll add that to the list of things I need to work on; right below finding true love but above not eating after 8pm.
Writing must commence soon, for me. I'm kicking around the idea of a Parks and Recreation spec script because I love Leslie Knope. When comparing her to Michael Scott from The Office, I gotta go with the Knope. She's off the wall like Michael and similar in her social ineptitude, but that's because she's smart and takes her job way to seriously. Also writing as Ron Swanson would give me an opportunity to showcase the deadpan-ness Libby has rubbed off onto me.
My biggest problem with writing spec scripts that aren't for a class is starting them. I'm afraid that because I don't have a work or school related deadline I'll lose interest and try something new half way through. What a waste of time, right? Being afraid, that is. And with that sentence fragment, I have decided. I will take advantage of this time off from school and work, and the newfound mobility of my graduation present (a Macbook named Grand Moff Tarkin), to write or at least outline a spec for Parks and Recreation. Expect a few blogs here, a few blogs there. I'll try and keep all three of you updated, because I know ya'll are on the edges of your computer chairs just waiting to hear what I have to say next. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to concentrate on getting this nasty, unsweetened green tea down my throat. Just swallow, Kyle. Just swallow. DAMN! I forgot. Watching for vulgarity now...
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