Last week, I completed the first draft of UNDERTOW, my first solo screenplay! I love the feeling of accomplishment that comes when a major project is finished, and I hope, finished well. Of course, there are still the rewrites, but that’s another major project.
However, I’ve found something strange when the draft was completed – an emptiness that is not entirely pleasant. UNDERTOW has been living inside me for 7 or 8 years, and now it’s become more than the ephemeral flow of creativity. It is solid. It is striving and horror and sadness and faith – on paper. And though the protagonist, Megan, still lives in my thoughts, it’s not the same as when she whisped around my head, tugging at me to tell her story.
Thank goodness, the emptiness is abating. I am getting into my next project: ANGEL’S FLIGHT, a novel I set aside last September to complete a juvenile novel. I’m catching the spirit of that new old story again. I’m seeing from behind Vashti’s eyes instead of Megan’s.
But I miss Megan. I know it’s pathetic, but I miss her.