Faced with the herculean task of selling the screenplay, I thought I'd shift gears for efficiency's sake. I'm going to finish a short story called (tentatively) "Nothing is Ever Truly Lost." When this is finished and out on the market I'll move back to the screenplay.
Galway '96 hit a bit of a roadblock, both mentally and physically. I might have lost some confidence in it. Not totally, but for the time being. The criticism from friends and wife was great but it was hard not to notice that, while they were willing to help me make the script better, none of them were terribly excited about the story itself. No one really made an effort to tell me they "liked" it or how awesome it was, only how to make it better. No one said, "Man, that scene where X happens and Y says that cool line, I loved that!" And that's discouraging. This isn't a bash on those who criticized the script. Not at all. They were honest and helpful. And tactful. Maybe I needed some handholding and encouragement. But that wasn't their job. They weren't reading it to tell me how awesome I am. (Unless, of course, it was true. Which, it wasn't.)
When I stare down the reality of selling it I get depressed.
When I receive multiple job-rejections in one 24-hour period, it's difficult to muster the energy to build something which might ultimately suck eggs, no matter how much time I invest.
When I'm trying to juggle wife, kids, chores, finances, worry, and possible drastic career changes ... The Call of Writing stresses me out. I go to bed every night—every night—regretting the words left unwritten, the stories that are held captive in my head. Every. Single. Night.
So, I'm taking a break from Galway '96 and moving on to "Nothing is Ever Truly Lost," a story about job loss (shocker!), children, war, and rediscovering the things we've discarded (intentionally or not) from our lives. Well, at least that's what I intend to write. The final product may be far afield from those intentions. I'd like to finish "Nothing," ideally, in the next month. At least an initial draft. That may be extremely optimistic, considering my track record for producing words.