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"An Insecurity So Deep... "

8/4/2015

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I like to read books on screenwriting. It helps me sharpen skills, learn new tricks and reinforce past lessons. (Several of my favorites have been The TV Writer's Workbook by Ellen Sandler and Essentials of Screenwriting by Richard Walter. I recommend both wholeheartedly.)

Today, though, I don't want to talk about the books themselves. Instead, I'd like to discuss a theme that seems to show up in almost every screenwriting book I read. 

Blake Snyder (Save The Cat) summed it up almost perfectly in one sentence, "To be a screenwriter is to deal with an ongoing tug of war between breathtaking megalomania and insecurity so deep it takes years of therapy just to be able to say 'I'm a writer' out loud." 


Can you say, "busted?" Because, I did. (I could focus on the megalomania portion of the quote, but to paraphrase Roseanne Barr, I don't come off so good there. So, insecurity it is.)

I've always called myself sensitive, I guess because that sounds nicer and downplays the negative aspects of the emotion. However, as I try to write "more real," I've attempted a deeper self-analysis. What makes me tick? The answer seems to be insecurity.

So, how do I deal with insecurity? Or, more importantly for you, how can you deal with your own insecurity? Mainly, I fake it. I'm no Dr. Phil, so I have no idea if this is a good idea, but it's all I've got so far. That, and my Rocket Fuel.

WHAT IS ROCKET FUEL?

Rocket Fuel is anything that gets you back to feeling good about yourself, so that you can return to pounding out words. (If you're writing a drama about depression, Rocket Fuel may not be for you.)

My Rocket Fuel is three-fold. One, I tap into previous positive feedback. Two, tap into my own megalomania. Three, pull out the big guns.( I let my wife praise me. If it's really bad, call Mom.)

Let's break it down:

Rocket Fuel One: Go Positive. When I'm really stuck in suck, I refer to a list of professional notes that I've received over the years. The good ones, not the changes. "Overall, this is a truly impressive sitcom pilot." and "Impressive, witty storytelling."  and "Your characters and world feel real, as opposed to exaggerated, which makes the sheer amount of humor you generate quite remarkable." My point isn't to brag, that's a bonus (score one for megalomania), my point is: I find something, anything, to trick myself back into feeling good so I can continue writing. I go to the pros first, because, frankly, they're the ones I'm trying to impress. Their comments have the biggest impact.

Rocket Fuel Two: Megalomania. I use the strangely confident side of me to try and override the insecure side of me. This can get weird. I look for something that I am uncharacteristically confident about. These items are rare, so, my example is ridiculous, but I do it. And it works. (Deep breathe, about to get mocked.) Sometimes, I use fantasy football. 

No kidding. 

I have spent years in my fantasy football league feeding my arrogant side. With that particular set of guys, I'm confident and brash, an ass, really. I don't take crap, but I regularly dish it out. It's all in fun, but it's also been very deliberate. I recognized early that I was able to be someone different there, and I stuck with it. Now, it's paying off. When I'm feeling bad about my writing, or obsessing about what other people might think of it, I tap into Sidewinder Paul, destroyer of fantasy football dreams. He doesn't care one bit about other people's opinions. He plows forward with no regard to anything but self. When it works, I become Screenwriter Paul, destroyer of blank pages.

Rocket Fuel Three: Outside Support. For me, its my wife. Or, if necessary, my Mom. Hey, writing is a lonely world. My wife's been writing for twenty years. She gets it. As uncomfortable as it is for me to receive a compliment (VERY), sometimes I just allow my wife to give me one. She can tell when I need it. And, when she's not available, I call my Mom. Who can't feel better from a quick talk with their mother? Mine still thinks I could be President. Certainly she believes I can write a screenplay.

These tricks don't always work. On those days, I just work on something else. Research the biz, read a book, or all too often, stare out the window, check e-mail and waste time in dramatic and creative ways. Like blogging.

-Paul K

Ideas for overcoming? Share them in the comments!
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The Art of Distraction

8/2/2015

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There are fourteen trees visible from my work chair. 

I've counted. 

Sixteen magazines within direct sight of my computer. Six books. Three on screenwriting. Two helmets, one snowboard, one longboard. Sitting here I can read articles on the web, listen to approximately 30,000 songs, watch TV and play at least thirty casual games, including four different varieties of irrationally irritated birds. I can look up anything that pops into my head within ten seconds. In fact, I just did. Did you know that Ben Franklin was inducted into the U.S. Chess Hall of Fame in 1999? I do. (What took them so long?)

Outside of my office, there are dirty dishes, dirty laundry, Tivo, more music options, people whom I love and love me, varieties of snacks, meals, drinks. I could go on and on. The distractions are endless, readily available and very enticing. About the only thing that doesn't serve as a distraction is the thrice-weekly scheduled workouts that never seem to happen.

I keep checking e-mail, even though I haven't gotten an urgent e-mail in well, ever. (Who would send an urgent e-mail, anyway? "Your house is on fire, better get out of there. Best, Jeff. Sent from my iPad.") Yet, somehow, I deem it important enough to cease my actual work every time Orbitz posts a good deal.

Oh, and blogging, did I mention blogging? Very distracting.

How in the world do writers ever overcome the distractions?

I've decided to make it a point of concentration. Ignore the distractions. Let the e-mails build. Don't worry about the MLB trade deadline, they don't need me. Read a few articles while eating breakfast. Check e-mail at lunch. Browse the web after 5. Eliminate everything in between except the writing. This should definitely work.

I'll start right after I grab a quick snack.

-Paul K

What are your tricks for avoiding distraction? Do you turn of your web access? Work only in the dark? Post a comment and let me know. I need the distraction.

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    Born a superior natural athlete, but lacking the coordination to tap his enormous sporting potential, Paul K has eschewed the fields of sport so that he may sow the world with words like eschew.

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