I started writing this script with what I thought was a pretty specific vision. I had plot points, the transformative moments, the ending. I knew the color of the beast, although I didn’t yet know its exactly shape.
Then, I started writing.
Dude, these characters are running me ragged. They’re changing things fast and furious, layers are being added, conflicts. There WAS a central conflict – now, it turns out, it’s a central conflict that masks all of these smaller conflicts that are each their own little creatures. It’s not just color anymore, it’s shades of color.
And dammit, it’s LONG.
I’m at 111 pages at this moment. I’ve written 111 pages in the month of November. What the…where did this all come from? And I’m not done! Granted, I’m in the buildup, pretty far into the buildup, but by the time all of that’s said and done and I’m able to wrap everything up, I’ll be sitting at 150 EASY.
I’m beginning to believe what my original purpose was is morphing along with everything else. What was to be a central element is close to being relegated as a plot point. And, oddly, my main character is no longer my most interesting.
I’m trying to reconcile all of these things, figure out how they’re all going to fit together, but I reckon in the end, my biggest job is just to sit back and let the characters lead me wherever they want me to go. That’s just…not an easy thing to do.