Instead of writing 50,000 words of a new novel in a month, the goal is to write 100 pages of a screenplay. I’ve decided to throw my pen into the ring this year in order to bang out a movie adaptation of Waiting for Spring. *
Hubris: because I don’t even have literary representation for the book, let alone any immediate prospects for publication. The idea that I’ll ever need a screenplay is probably pretty remote, and that I’d be asked to write it even remote-er.
Insanity: because I’ve never written a screenplay before.
Sounds like fun to me!
*Speaking of shameless plugs, I’ve got a new website up and running. Still an embryo, but it’s a huge step forward. Much thanks to webmaster Tom Griffin. Check it out if you’ve got a sec.