Yeah, so remember how I’m a writer/producer? Me neither! It’s been so long since I’ve done any sort of script writing or theatre/short film making. Which is the actual whole point of Fonmanu Creative. No, it’s not just a platform for me to ramble on about my mental health issues and my love life- it’s actually supposed to be a company which makes shit happen. So, my bad!
I’m getting back into the swing of things. I am currently reworking an old script to send to screenwriting competitions, and working on new ideas. Yeah, go me. Hopefully I can make one of these ideas into a short film. One with a kissing scene and a hot man. Yum yum yum.
I’ve got a knack for writing convincing dialogue, and creating a good story arc. But what I struggle with is creating distinctive characters, and making them different from each other. What I’m finding is that each character resembles me in some way or shape (I really am super vain), and I struggle to develop them further (why improve on perfection?!) In this script I’m working on, I have three main female characters and they all portray different aspects of Judy. Which I suppose is a good place to start, write what you know. And I am a very complex bitch. One represents the neurotic control freak, one is the hopeless depressed chick, and the other is the mad shagger who just wants to be loved. On paper they all sound distinct, but as I’m writing they are becoming more and more similar.
What do I do? I’ve been reading books, watching shows, thinking about my friends, doing research to try and add another person’s perspective into these gals. But man alive, it’s hard. Because I’m writing it, and who do I know better than anyone? Me. I can read about other people’s experiences and feelings and shit, but I can’t channel that into a character as much as I can myself because obviously I am me.
I have no idea what I’m talking about. Does this post make sense?! I am in the middle of a rewrite and just wanted a break to write about something else, and this post happened. I’m not even going to proof read it. I just let the keys do the talking.
Honestly though, what am I talking about?
In summary: I had a massive coffee.