Memories are sometimes best left behind, sometimes stored for the good of remembrance.
Of all the writings I have done, be it constructing compositions for tuition classes full of rowdy students, preparing college entrance essays for medical schools, writing the Water Gate Series (a children’s book series), or for my personal blog, the hardest one so far is preparing the screen-play write-up.
It churns the whole core of imagination as you attempt to construct the flow from one scene to the next, whilst depicting the various personalities of the characters. I will not say that it is impossible, but it is not easy, you know?
Well, for a start, I experienced a battle of different ideas all in one location . . . my mind. Harboring all kinds of scenes in a purportedly vast space of RAM has done much to the Think-Tank, to the extent that my poor brains cannot wait to vomit everything out. To make matters even better, the scenes are constantly zapping at each other for their turns to come out first, second, third, fourth, fifth, urgghh.
My pineal gland has instructed them to be patient and wait while she sits on her Throne and selects among the plethora of scenes the one that is supposedly eligible to start the rally. The rest, she said, have to line up and pass the baton.
Isn’t it a wonder how film directors do not have multiple personalities, since they always commit a huge amount of their time to writing screen-plays? They need to reminisce a certain past several times over, however excruciating, horrifying, or petrifying it is.
Oh, I am about to step into the Bazooka Zone now. Readers, beware.