The most measurable goal that I have set in my Quest is to become a professional screenwriter. It’s pretty clear what it will take to get there. Before I can attract an agent, and make my first sale, I’ll need to write a full length feature screenplay (or several). For an adult with ADHD, three kids and a full time job, this isn’t just a daunting prospect. It’s a damn mountain. Call it Mt. Neverest, as in never getting any rest.
The average script runs 90-120 pages, and can take weeks, months or years to complete. Having the Curse of Shiny Objects myself, I’ve never been able to crest more than 15 pages after nine separate attempts. I sometimes feel like Sir Edmund Hillary, who attempted to scale Mt. Everest, the highest mountain on Earth, after nine previous expeditions had failed. Coincidence? Meh. Probably. But, as a confabulist I choose to interpret it as a mystical sign.
Because this time is different. Though my Mountain is steep, I have learned much from previous failures, and I understand that it’s not the mountain that needs to be overcome, it’s me. So after some soul searching and rewiring, I’m happy to report that I have completed 50 pages of my current project, which I started on July 31 of this year. Woop woop, and so forth. So, essentially, I am at base camp halfway up the face of Mt. Neverest, cracking a beer with my Sherpa, and preparing to finish the job.
The graphic below represents my Expedition in progress (click to enlarge):
Fun fact: much like the Wright Brothers (as I blogged about recently), Hillary, for all of his accolades and accomplishments (he was knighted by the British Empire and received similar recognition from New Zealand, India, and Nepal), had no game whatsoever with the ladies. The story goes that he had his mother-in-law (future) propose to his wife (future) for him! This guy braved bitter cold, exhaustion, and a treacherous rock face. But the thought of going to Jared, making reservations at Olive Garden and five minutes of awkward romanticizing made poor Edmund run for the hills. So to speak.
“Well, we knocked the bastard off!”
–Hillary’s comment after his successful ascent of Mt. Everest, as he and Norgay were descending from the summit.
So, as I finish writing this, it’s back to my Everest. My goal is to complete the draft, get some coverage and do rewrites before October 31, in order to get it copyrighted and sent off to agents, contests and production companies. And when I do, I’ll be sure to plant my flag on the peak and blog that I’ve knocked the bastard off.
I always thought that Tenzing Norgay, Hillary’s Nepalese Sherpa, didn’t get nearly enough credit. I had this idea that Tenzing was doing most of the work and Hilary was accepting all of the accolades, which turned out to be untrue. The men were friends and Hillary was gracious in highlighting Tenzing’s accomplishment. Also, Hillary did a lot of charitable work for the Nepalese people. After a bit of research, it appears I got this idea from that esteemed source of historical fact, The Simpsons (click here to see the Simpsons Wiki entry for this episode). D’oh!