Do you know how I know it’s Spring? … Besides the obvious fact that the sun has decided to come back for a visit and temperatures are making people high all around…
I hear the church bells like they are in my living room (my window is open), I have blisters on my feet (finally wearing my Havaianas again), my butt hurts (the bicycle is once more my absolute favorite mode of transportation – hurrah!), my legs are so white it burns my own eyes to look at it (I desperately need a tan) and I’m hitting the last 15 pages of my current screenplay.
The beginning of Spring is like hitting the last few pages of a screenplay. You smile, you breath, you freaking forget the torture you’ve put yourself through for the past months, much like forgetting the horrible dark winter days. So I’m smiling, not that the screenplay is anywhere near finished, but it is almost at the beginning of rewrites and ‘re-writing’ is where the magic really happens.
Like Spring which will lead into Summer, my absolute favorite season (must be my Brazilian genes), getting this first draft in will lead to revision and revision is where writers actually write. Unless they are some kind of literary genius, which I’m not. So I stick to rewrites like I stick to a spring cleaning every year. It’s good to re-organize the house, get rid of the extra layers of clothes and make sure you get rid of the clutter. All of the extra boots, coats, covers, mittens and wool leggings. Spring feels lighter and to the point. So does rewrites. It’s where much of the creative process comes to life.
Sometimes rewrites will happen while I’m writing and sometimes I need a finished base that I can work from. It all depends how much of the story has been stirring in my head and how much of it is already in my being before I start typing away. Much of writing is thinking and thought needs to be nurtured so rewriting is like nurturing thought and process while understanding the soul and purpose of each character and scene. It’s a wonderful feeling all around, both outside and inside.
Do you know how I know I’m hitting the last few pages of a first draft?
Spring has arrived.