I discovered this morning that, despite being a relatively inactive passtime, writing is my stress relief. For my wife it's running, for me it's pulling something out of my head and clattering it into the keyboard.
With regular writing time becoming a questionable thing in upcoming months, I decided to get on with a project I've been stalling on for too long. I hinted at it in one of my previous posts (or was it the last one? Who knows). I managed to splurge out a 17-page outline which I'm now working from to pen the script. I'm still being secretive about it though, since this is viewable to anyone who happens to type the right words into Google. Thus, it will be knows as Sword of Bad, for reasons best known to me.
And it's coming on nicely (although I'm worried that I'm progressing too quickly through the plot). I'm really only interested in laying it down at this point, and have given myself four weeks (or so) to finish it. Thereafter I can spend what spare hours I can find sprucing up the relevant areas and making it more complete.
No news on the romantic comedy, it seems to have gone into limbo. Maybe something will pop up around this year's Cannes... who knows.
