As any screenwriter - or for that matter, writer in general - knows, the writing process is generally an extremely personal affair. However, when writing with a partner, as I do, this changes a little.
I let you fine folks know in my last post that we are hard at work on a new project, and I'm going to try and give a glimpse into the way we write without giving away too much of the story. I have no idea why I'm letting you all in on our absurd writing process, but what the hell.
I'm sure all the other screenwriters who will read this are going to be appalled - but I'm pretty sure noone actually reads this stuff.
Anyway, Guardian Angel's, Inc. started when Ryan came to my house one afternoon and had just watched a TV commercial he found quite funny...
It was a Pepto-Bismol commercial that went something like this: A man and his wife were at home watching tv, when the doorbell rang. The husband was visibly sick, so the wife pulled nice and answered the door for her sickly life-mate (FYI, life-mate is my word of the week). She gets to the door, swings it open and turns and yells at her husband, "Honey! It's upset stomach and diarrhea!"
At first I chuckled and let go of the thought. Later that evening, we were driving to the local watering hole (does anyone actually talk like this anymore?) and the commercial played in my head, even though I had never seen it. Being the devoted screenwriter I am (yeah, right), something popped in my mind and I started bouncing ideas of Ryan. Surely enough, he started popping ideas right back at me, and over the next couple of days we fleshed out a decent idea for a story.
We talked about it at the bar. We talked it about while watching TV. We talked about it while I did some shopping at Wal-Mart.
So we let it stew in our minds for a few days, then met up to flesh out an outline. And when I say outline, I really mean a piece of loose leaf with about twenty jot notes on it. That's all we accomplished, even though we had the entire 120 pages written in our heads only two days before. This was completely unacceptable.
Soo, we let a couple more days go by and got back at the outline. We finished with about 2.5 pages now, and probably about half of the story "outlined". By this point I'm getting sick of the bullshit outlining stage, and want to start putting pen-to-paper, or finger-to-keyboard, whatever the case may be.
But no, Ryan had decided we were going to fully flesh out the outline, and have everything hand-written so we could let the stupid thing write itself. I was having none of it. We never argued about it or anything, we just never got anything done. Every few days we would bust out our lame excuse for an outline and attempt to add to it, getting nowhere, and forgetting all of our perfectly plotted story beats from just a few weeks before.
Then came a road trip. The two of us had a seminar in Regina one weekend in early January (the 7th and 8th to be exact), and on the way home, something amazing happened -- Ryan revealed a voice recorder! Sweet! He'd had the damned thing for months, but we never got around to actually utilizing it. The 2.5 hour drive home was a perfect time to get started.
So we drove the whole way talking about story ideas and when we came to agreement on a scene or story beat, we recorded it. And this carried on for the full ride home. The next day we listened to our masterpiece, and through all the cussing and unnecessary conversation that somehow made it onto the tape, a really good story was beginning to evolve - and a good half to three quarters of it had been decided on, on tape. Now that was one hell of an outline to get started on.
I was busy for the next couple of weeks, so on the 21st when we finally had some time to get started... we did just that. We got started.
Once we start writing it pretty much goes something like this. I bust open Final Draft and write a couple of scenes with Ryan's supervision. Since I can type faster, I usually do most of the writing - that and Ryan can't spell, uses no punctuation and has no sense of grammar. Whatever, that is of inconsequence. Once I've pounded out a page or two in about ten minutes, Ryan will take over and write about three quarters of a page in the next three hours. He puts out good pages, but they are unbearable to read to anyone but me, so I take his non-sentences, turn them into something that looks like the English language and we move on. This process repeats itself until we are finished.
So today we sit on page number 29, with the story heading exactly the way we want it to - and exactly the way it is on tape. Sweet deal. I really can't wait to finish this first draft -- which we have been dubbing the "outline" draft -- because our initial rewrites are always an extreme challenge, and we chop the story so much it's usually indescernable from the original, but always much better.
We're still developing our process, but it's working so far.