Monday, October 25, 2010

Clip Kates Playground

still take it 18 days to delivery for the great act Third

Even writers have deadlines. Or do you believe that one is put there to create his work and then the door pretty good editor for publication ? Perhaps there is still someone who does, but if you work with a major publishing house, the kind that publish hundreds of titles, you can not submit the manuscript and the smile on lips and hope to publish it three months later. No, it is managed well in advance by officials literary and editorial director together determine what is the best time for the release of the novel and set the timing a series of nice flags: date signature contract delivery date first version, the first review date, date first draft, then draft and final delivery date ... go! The output library.
My deadline is in 18 days.

When I signed the contract I made with a certain arrogance: He was giving me a lot of time to write the new novel. A lot of fear for the parameters of the journalist agency, that when one starts writing a column does so with the awareness that had to be ready two hours before. But that
lot of time has shrunk to a handful of days. Eighteen, to be exact.

I'm not a bad way. They are really the ultimate rush, I miss the last chapter and I know - or at least I think I know - where it going to end my new story. I was very diligent and I wrote constantly, without ever losing the thread of the narrative and with a penalty from athletic preparation.
just that many things have happened since then, first of all to promote responsible drafting NewMedia , In the last three and a half months I took ten hours a day at the agency. But I started going to work by train and this has allowed less than 100 minutes per day of total immersion in writing. Every day, just took place, I turned on the iPod faithful , the ' HP EliteBook 2530p and I am isolated from the rest of the world. Fifty minutes and fifty minutes to the return leg of pure writing, nothing that could be distant. And my brain must have been so used at the scheduled time that if I was not planning to write began fingers itch for the desire to pass on words on words on the keyboard.

But comes the time where you have to devote himself entirely to writing. so now I know my characters well can predict their every move - on this thing a bit ' Pirandellian sooner or later we entertain - and I know where the story has to land. So I took a week off to stay at home and bring the ship into port.

It 's a good feeling: a merciless downpour outside the window, a good coffee on your desk, Musicovery set to a right channel and an old, soft plush Old Navy him.
E. .. my God who wants to write!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Why Does Sore Throat Hurt More While Sleeping

Scarda

All I know I owe it to Frank's screenplay Scardamaglia. After him came other masters, such as Gino Gizzi, Stefano Reali, but as soon as the ducklings hatched, the imprint he gave it to me. Da Gino Stefano and I learned an extraordinary amount of mechanisms and secrets of storytelling film and television, but what really introduced me to the world of the script was Scardamaglia. Maybe it was just a coincidence in time, maybe the fact that the first lessons 'Italian' course in screenwriting Rai-Script were entrusted to him, after a full immersion with Linda Seger.
An interview with Scardamaglia
But it can not be just that. He may have played a role turns out that he had scripted the film I most loved in my childhood, first of all 'We're Mad' which consumed the soundtrack of Brother De Angelis on an old orange mangiadischi. Or maybe the fact that he was to tutor me and Mirco Da Lio for our end of course essay. "Guys, you have to play all at stake," he told us when we presented the bible of a series that we had titled 'A state of the art', "and then put us all you want: the fireworks, aircraft, gunfire , chase sequences, the Nazis. Tutto". Noi lo prendemmo alla lettera e ci mettemmo proprio tutto: dai nazisti agli aerei. Venne fuori un lavoro di cui era soddisfatto e noi orgogliosi. Oggi ho un rimpianto: non aver mai lavorato davvero per lui. Sono sicuro che avrei continuato a imparare.
Ciao Francesco.