If dictionaries defined phrases and you looked up “glutton for punishment” or “own worst enemy”, I have every confidence you would find a definition along the lines of:
(n) 1. An individual who endeavours to accomplish novel projects through the use of methods for which he or she has no training, expertise and in all likelihood, aptitude. 2. This guy.
It would then show a photo of me, both definitions being equal appropriate.
As if it wasn’t daunting enough to try to write a screenplay for an animated feature-length family film, I decided it should include songs (a la Lion King or Aladdin) and then went one audacious step further to decide that I should write those songs.
I have no musical training. I don’t know anything about song writing. Heck, the only training I have as a singer involved a record player and a ruler-cum-microphone. (Note to self: Just because you can’t hear you when you wear headphones doesn’t mean that no one can hear you when you wear headphones.)
Tonight, I finally decided to sit down and write the five songs for the movie (and truthfully, that’s only because I’m procrastinating on a rewrite of a scene I hate but do not know how to fix).
The good news is I know what I want each song to cover and roughly the tone I want to establish with it. The bad news is all that stuff I talked about above.
The first song was relatively straightforward as it is a parody of an existing tune. Keep the cadence, change the words. Play the music in the background and try to sing it aloud. Not yet perfect, but it’s a start.
But now, the completely novel songs. Oh boy.
Do I have a cadence?
Why did I pick that word to try to rhyme four times?
Okay, I think I should try to change the tempo here.
Crap! Where’s my chorus?
Is it okay to switch from something Disney-esque to The Pogues?
Oops, can’t use that word…there’ll be kids in the audience.
Why, oh why, do I do these things to myself?
How to say this gently, son? Maybe, just maybe you should aline yourself with another ambition. Otherwise, we’ll open the dictionary and find your photo illustrating “to reach beyond one’s grasp.”
Interestingly, I’ve always found that when something seemed beyond my grasp, my first response has been to increase the length of my arms.
Old habits die hard, my friend.
You shaved. You look like a bartender now. It’s a good look. As far as that scene you hate, get rid of it. Put one in you like. Anyway, this animated thing might just work for you. You sound like someone who likes kids, and kids like. That’s half the battle.
Thanks…actually that’s an old photo but the expression was so apt for what I was writing…still hairy, I’m afraid.
As for the scene I hate, I am happy to get rid of it, but at present, I have yet to come up with a replacement and it triggers my protagonist’s crisis. Will keep working at it.