Brief summation: the series I've been working on, Pioneer One, was released online a few weeks ago through VODO. It was just the pilot, but it's been a huge success, with more promising developments for the future. We have people actually waiting and excited for the next episodes. It was downloaded a million times. Literally. The response was overwhelming and unexpected. My parents have gone away for a week, so I've holed myself up in their house to write the next scripts so we can start up production again in September.
The writing process does strange things to me. It's an even stranger process now knowing that people have expectations of me. It's a double-edged sword. It's nice to know you're writing for an audience, but if you're not careful, the fear of being found out as no good, or, even worse, mediocre, can rear its ugly little snout. As many have said time and time again, the only thing to do is to keep writing for yourself. Make peace with the fact that not everybody is going to like it. That's the only way to write something actually worth a damn, I think.
So yes, I've written two scripts in two weeks, which seems pretty good, but it was tough going. I spent several days pacing and watching TV and making runs to Dunkin Donuts for coffee, always having "later" to write. My months-long exercise regimen went completely out the window, went from having near-quit to smoking half a pack a day, and have reawakened a whole lot of old idiosyncratic routines. It's not a pretty sight.
But, you know what? It's kind of great. Much as I lament the mental and physical anguish, I remind myself that this is exactly what I want to be doing. Though that's easy to say now that I've finished the most recent script and am in that in-between period where the next one is still all promise and clever ideas instead of an over-wrought mess without an ending.
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