After my last outrage regarding my tutor, it turns out, to paraphrase an old Groucho Marx joke, he hates everyone equally, as there has been a swathe of blunt criticism for my classmates. He asked the right question of my main character - why would she do it? It gives me a warm feeling inside to know that I asked myself that question about three years ago, and underlined it! That's what the audience would indeed ask - the ones in the audience paying attention anyway, not the ones scoffing fruit gums. Horror movies actively seek this reaction, as it seems to enhance the tension - in that genre at least. I've broken down in my car, do I... a) call for help on my cellphone, b) go and knock on the door of the creepy looking house and upon getting no response, go inside creepy house, or c) do B, then remember to do A, whilst man with a limp and melted face introduce you to his favourite meat cleaver.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Easy as ABC...
I'm stuck at an impasse, struggling to fix the numerous holes that permeate my story, like some fat piece of rubbery Swiss cheese - how's that for a simile...or is it a metaphor? You decide, ten points for the right answer. I'm not really stuck - it's really a case of selecting the right scribbled idea, but you feel like every selection, every creative decision is like a trap door or a mouse trap or some other kind of entrapment device, which will later come back to, well, trap you.
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