New Script

I began a new script recently. The ideas are mushing about in my head. It's in the vein of Fargo, murder and love triangle. I think. Only some of the images have congealed in my head. There's a lot of snow, blinding white snow. I don't know how the pieces of the puzzle come together yet. It's a non-linear story. A girl is shot dead in the first 30 seconds. Tonight I typed out that scene. The opening. It's beautiful and alarming. Now where does it go from here. Sometimes I feel like the "next great American screenplay" is stuck in my head and I just can't battle it and wrestle it onto paper. It's like knowing there are paintings you want to paint, you can feel them inside, but then when the canvas is there in front of you, your brush doesn't know what to do. There are times when I wish I didn't feel my work so deeply. It would be easier to detach, write something funny, out of character, that has a high profit margin for producers. I haven't been able to make that work for me. I need that wrenching in my gut to get the story out on paper. If I had more chutzpah, I would say I should write novels. But my eyes see the world as if they were video cameras, recording and observing the simplest of interactions and moments. Those are the moments I want to bring to life onscreen.