For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting Big Bill Martell in person, get to know him a little on his blog
http://sex-in-a-sub.blogspot.com/
His latest on 10 reasons not to be a screenwriter is, as usual, bang on the money.
Most writers write because they love to. That is both their curse and their saviour. Yes we can get dicked around by people who have less talent than Jordan. Yes, we can be looked upon as happless chicks who have to be pushed and prodded into being money making machines {for someone else usually} But we can write. And we love doing it. And we'll always have Paris. 'Nuff said.
The 'Business' can be depressing. Okay, soul destroying. Unless you keep it in your head at all times that you write because you are a writer. That's it. No more, no less. Success isn't so much about money or ratings as being proud of what you wrote. Hell, an episode of Casualty I scribed got 10 million viewers. Was I proud? Yes and no. Proud I survived a dickhead script editor [another writer refused to work with him] Proud that the episode was a great achievement in the art of drama and the reason I began writing? Not really. Okay not at all. It paid the bills and gave me another opportunity to excercise my writing muscles to the best of my ability. Do I want that to be a lasting reminder of my writing? Fuck no!
But I gave it my best. And that's what a writer does. Every time. Now, THAT I'm proud of. And in the world of pro writing that's the anchor in the storm.
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1 comment:
Mr Martell's bullshit-free site is indeed always worth a look.
In the context of the recent Indiana Jones movie, his comments about David Koepp were interesting:
I saw him on a panel once, and he talked about writing big films - often the director gives you a list of scenes and your job is to run a story through them.
And therein lies at least the beginings of an explanation for why Hollywood blockbusters have evolved into visually stunning pieces of incoherent crap.
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