Holy shit my foot hurts.
Stupid gout. Stupid me for going back to a shitty diet when I vowed to never do it again. Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk...I'm all hobbly. And probably gonna have a Vicodin before the end of the night.
Anyhow, I managed to hobble my way over to my meeting today regarding "Proxy."
Went well, I guess.
He said I had too many ideas for one screenplay, and that a lot of things are mentioned and then untouched for the rest of the story. Which makes a lot of sense. I did stockpile a lot of ideas into the treatment. But at the same time, I think it just looks like a lot when crammed into a 10 page summary, but when woven into a 100-135 page narrative could fit perfectly. I could just be in love with my ideas and refusing to let them go. I'm an Aries and I have my mother's "winner complex."
He did make a good point that the goal of the protagonist is muddled. What starts off as a straight-ahead detective case becomes a mess. I need to clarify a lot of it. And by the end it relies on too many coincidences. That happens when you write 8 pages in 4 hours.
He told me to ditch the religious-group angle that I put in it because it disappears by the end of the script. But I want to keep it in. Maybe expand upon it. It's the most emotional part of my fictional world, in my opinion.
He did think I did a good job establishing the more sci-fi aspects, including the "Proxy" that the film revolves around. I need to build them, though, and make the finale more intense.
All in all, a productive meeting.
Okay. I gotta put my feet up. Stupid gout.
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