Cross the Motherfreaking Finish Line
Dude. It’s already hump day. And it’s the last hump day of January, which means that the first month of 2013 is almost behind us. I guess most would be excited that they’re halfway through the week. Closer to the weekend. Closer to the Super Bowl if you’re a 49er, or God-forbid, a Ravens fan. But for me, it’s a little kick in the pants. I’ve been consistent with my work this month and for that I’m proud. I’ve reeled back my freelance load so that it’s just a little blip in my work day, which allows me to spend most of my time on the two screenwriting projects currently on my plate.
But I’d be lying if the coming of the new month doesn’t make me a little anxious. It’s a punch to the gut reminder that I need to produce. Get things done. Tear ahead and cross the motherfreaking finish line instead of happily trotting at a turtle’s place.
I think about the writing monster that is Mark Duplass and the volume of work that he does. That guy pumps out scripts like no other. It’s not uncommon for writers to finish multiple scripts per year, but Mark knocked one out on a single plane flight across the United States.
Mark’s no doubt talented, but I think his impressive work volume has to partly do with the previous years of work he put in. It now must flow for him. Back when I was playing hoop, because of the hours of shooting work I had chalked up, I got to a point where I could freely make my way “around the world,” hitting every shot at various locations on the court.
Each script poses a different challenge, but the practice that Mark has put in makes him better prepared and skilled to handle the challenge. Because of the hours of shooting drills I put in, I was better able to make jumpers in circumstances other than when I was alone and playing “around the world.” Perhaps with defense on me, or if I was off-balance.
The work put in. The practice. The discipline. It all leads to becoming not only better skilled, but more confident. And that confidence translates to being able to pull the trigger on a difficult jump shot. It allows you to write freely without concern of whether what your fingers are tapping onto your laptop keys is any good.
It’ll give you the courage to finish a feature screenplay. Or hopefully in my case, two!