Tuesday, February 3, 2009

it came to me

It's truly strange how inspiration works.

I've been sitting around for about a week, procrasting on writing episode 12 of my TV script because I haven't found the first word.  I was just hoping that some little thing would tell me how to take my character through the first few days after the death of his girlfriend.

So today, determined to progress beyond a blank page, I sat in front of my computer, waiting for the muses.  They didn't come.  Not any of the nine.

I decided to listen to some music instead, so I played Sarah MacLachlan's "Angel," a piece that I love to listen to when I'm in this purplish blue mood that has settled in me for the last four days due to various things going on with work and elsewhere.  

After the song ended and still staring at a blank page, the next song on my iTunes began - "I will remember you."  Within five seconds, images of the first scene of my script filled my mind, and I couldn't wait to start writing.

I will remember this.  What will you remember?