Dragging

As you've no doubt noticed, I've had very little to blog about of late. I don't really have much of an excuse or a reason, although I explained in my last post that since I haven't sat in on rehearsals for Infectious Opportunity yet, I can't really speak at length about how it’s going (aside from relaying Pete's nightly testimonies).

Also, the rewrites for the musical I’m working on, Anton Craven’s Ghastly Scheme, have been going slower than I had previously hoped. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they're going, but I’m unfortunately having a tough time with the dialogue, since (this being the first musical for which I've written the book) I'm trying to find that delicate balance of making the dialogue short and breezy to transition to the next song without making said dialogue cheesy. Since the non-singing dialogue in a musical is pretty much secondary, it's really not the place to have the characters ramble and stammer through their thoughts. But at the same time, I don't want their dialogue to be outright shitty, if that makes sense.

It's a tough balancing act that I’m (very) slowly figuring out as I go along.

And in terms of new scripts, I'll be honest: I've been dragging my feet on starting real work on the stuff I put on my "Writing To-Do" list earlier this year. Why? Because fuck you, that's why.

No, seriously, I really don't know.

Maybe it's just simple old-fashioned procrastination. Maybe I just want to have Infectious up and running and the rewrites for Anton Craven done with before working on new projects. Maybe I just need to recharge my batteries.

Again, I really don’t know.

I suppose once I start sitting in on rehearsals for Infectious (which I plan to start doing this weekend or early next week) and quit being a lazy piece of shit about my other writing assignments, I'll start blogging about what's happening in my little world with more regularity.

Jacking off into the office photocopier,

James "Eccentric Procrastinator" Comtois