I’m still thinking about the screenplay idea. The two writers who expressed an interest haven’t gotten back to me, and I think I know why. After two weeks in an online screenwriting course, plus reading some recommended books (Steve, you were right -- Robert McKee’s STORY is the Bible), I have doubts about my book as a movie, too.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not just being negative. I’m trying to be realistic. All books don’t translate well into visual story, and mine might be one of them. Marsh and I passed through some exotic geography, that’s true enough.
So maybe our life together might make for a nice travelogue. But as protagonists of our story, did either of us change enough to keep an audience interested and awake for two hours? Were we conflicted enough, our story complex enough, to give a screenwriter material to work with? Or, as I suspect, is this a simple little love story with a sad ending, its message best left within the pages of a book?
I’m not giving up; I’m just saying ...
I hate all these insensitive comenmts about why Sara Greene is even complaining when she has big boobs. Be lucky men refuse to look you in the eyes! Be lucky you can't jump up and down without hurting yourself! Be lucky you have to break you neck/your bank to find a decent bra! Big boobs are NOT all they're cracked up to be in the freaking movies. Don't get me wrong, i love my large breasts, but most of the time they're a burden and at least having normal sized breasts would make most of us feel better.
Posted by: Betzave | June 10, 2012 at 08:15 PM