Wouldn’t you know it? There I am, being all productive and cranking out pages, when I suddenly decide “There’s got to be a better/shorter way to do this sequence,” and out it goes.
All I need to do now is compress the purpose of that sequence into one, maybe two scenes, and my machine-like output can continue.
Ah, if it were only that easy. Arm-in-arm with Elvis, my creativeness has apparently left the building.
Sucks, doesn’t it?
I don’t hate writer’s block. I loathe it. I despise it. My dislike for it burns with the intensity of a thousand suns all on the verge going supernova. The frustration of wanting to write something, but not being able to.
If there was a valuable ceramic piece within my reach, it would definitely be flung at the opposite wall.
And to make things worse, I know how this part starts and ends; it’s all the stuff that happens in the middle that’s giving me so much trouble.
But there’s not much to be accomplished with all this bitching, moaning and overall kvetching.
This requires taking a step back, a few deep breaths, patience and clear-headedness. I’ve worked my way through this type of situation before (sometimes even with better-than-expected results), and hopefully this time will not be an exception.
But I still don’t like when this happens.
-Movie of the Moment – ffolkes (aka NORTH SEA HIJACK) (1979). A tight, compact thriller reminiscent of DIE HARD, even though this one came almost a decade earlier, and the main character (portrayed by having-a-ball Roger Moore) is a misogynistic, sociopathic cat-loving jerk who of course is the best at what he does, which is training commandos.
I vaguely remember seeing this on TV way back when and obviously it stuck with me. When I saw that it was on Netflix streaming, I made a point of rewatching it to see if it held up.
Apart from some cheesy guitar riffs here and there, absolutely. Nothing too fancy and maybe a little predictable at times, but still smart, gripping and intense. With a running time of 1:48, this thing really moves.
A sure sign of the times – this was rated PG! I honestly thought it would have been an R (since PG-13 wasn’t around yet). A shocking revelation at first, but there’s not that much actual violence in it; it’s the subject matter that makes the difference. Can you imagine a movie about terrorists holding a multi-billion-dollar oil platform hostage being released now with a PG rating?
Definitely worth seeing.