My first week of dedicated work on the treatment to script phase produced 11 pages, which is less than I’d have liked. I think they’re mostly good pages, though. I’m not revising as I go, but extruding the thing in one long… – er, I’ll stop that metaphor now. There are some rough spots and I think it drags because of an extra few scenes, but I can fix that after I finish this draft.
One reason it is going slowly is that I have a book of my hero’s personal letters that I like to consult for flavour. What he wrote is not dialogue, obviously, but the letters do let me access the adyts of his mind at any particular moment of his life.
When I wrote earlier that I start teaching today, I was wrong. I start next week, but I still have another full afternoon/evening schedule to get through. Mondays and Wednesdays are T-ball (we’re 2-0 and look to be far and away the best team in our league). Tonight, Elvi and I have the first meeting for Child Two’s bat mitzvah at the synagogue we’re joining. Only I will attend because Elvi is throwing a dinner party at our place for her choir tonight.
Early Friday morning, Elvi leaves to spend eight days at some sort of blacksmithing conference in Pittsburgh. Next week may rattle me. I already have conflicts Sunday and Monday evenings, but my father, who is in town, can help me out, thank goodness. And our carpool partners are very understanding and will happily cover for me when I am in class.
Bonus evidence I am a great man:
Elvi fell in the toilet yesterday because I left the seat up. She was so used to my excellent toilet skills that this lapse caught her by surprise. I never leave the seat up – well, almost never. Hey, I said I was a great man, not a perfect one.