Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone, if only to remember why you defined the borders of that zone in the first place. So it was, that this weekend, I set myself an arbitrary, stupid, and ultimately pointless challenge.
Write and make something.
I set myself a few rules.
- No preplanning
- No rewriting
- Publish it no matter what
It also had to be between 10 and 15 minutes long, and it had to be something that I could make entirely on my own. Imposing restrictions like that, I find, is often a good way of having ideas, weirdly.
The point was to remind myself why it is I like to pre-plan my writing, and to remind myself why re-writing is so important.
That’s why posting this is quite so unnerving. I might as well be showing you my big fat arse.
I can already list a dozen things I would do in a re-write, including getting rid of the weird car references at the start, and totally changing how and who does what, as well as doing a few more takes of certain line readings, and you know, getting someone who can actually act.
So, what have I learned from this stupid exercise?
That I need a social life.