Ahh Wilderness

Ahh Wilderness...

That's what I'm moving through. The wilderness. I am in the middle of working an IBRT show into exhistence. Exhilerating work. Wonderful work. And very valuable as I have never had to work a half-hour show with only a one week turnaround. Valuable experience with SL.

In short, I haven't written. I don't think I'll be able to write until Saturday, when I might get a chance to work while attending a speech tournament with my kids. I think this is the way things will go. A spurt here, a spurt there.

Nice day today. They predict 8-12 inches of snow tonight. Ahh Wilderness.

Down days

Distractions.

I suppose I ought to be glad for them since they involve other audio projects, but the results are the same: Nothing much has been written her for three days. I'm in the middle of Ep3 but have had to focus on and IBRT project in studio. We're recording today, and the show is scheduled to air in two weeks. I'v never turned around a studio show so fast, and it probably means focusing almost everything on it for the next week. That means little time for Shadowland. I might set a goal of only page a day, that usually spurs me own to three or four. As in all things, I think the key is to keep going, to ignore the voices telling me I've done a lot already, take a break.

The important thing, at this point, is to write.

-J

Feb 19

President's Day

The entire family is spending the day starring at screens. The weather broke and we've zoomed up to 27 degrees. I walked quite a bit without problems.

Good SL news: I camped out at Espresso Lane (one of two coffee shops in town) and moved well into Ep3. The outline doesn't really give me a half hours worth of material, so I new I had to come up with a different direction. Menod has restrained Gillian and is torturing her for the eye, which she is not sufficiently connected to to defend. I'll have to change that. Anyway, the direction the torture took was very grusome. Elements of time travel, flesh's existence in a spirtual rhelm and figuring very high. Upshot, I'm on page 7. Not a bad day's work.

Auditions tonight for an IBRT studio show on Saturday. I'm feeling pretty good about it.

A day of nearly nothing

Saturday.

Diane and I are sitting next to a public sheet of ice at Smokey Bear park having just prepared it for the first ever Icebox Croquet tournament in history. Icebox croquet is just croquet on ice with hockey pucks in place of balls, and all other regular rules of lawn croquet applied. What, do you ask, does this have to do with the Shadowland? Damn little, says I, other than I definately know why getting things done is so hard: distractions.

Finished draft on of episode two yesterday, working at one of our two coffee shops in town. It felt good. It's good to realize I've only been really commited to doing this for a month and already two rough drafts are done. I'm thinking it will be March or April before he pilot can be recorded. Next week I'll be doing an Icebox show in-studio with a very brief turn-around. This will be good for me; deadlines to keep things sharp.

Thursday, Feb 15

Late in the evening now, sitting and watching Letterman with my son. I've written four pages today, and are very nearly done with episode 2. I think I'll be a year just writing this series. Next up will be getting serious about producing the pilot. This in the middle of a lot of Icebox Radio work, and the fact that I should be developing a voice-over career, and doing some time down at the radio station.

End of V Day

Just had a moment and I thought I'd cap the day. I did get two pages in. Bible study didn't happen, but we had the potluck anyway. Played chess with Russ. Three games, my effort getting progessively worse each time. Tomorrow I'll need to work with greater focus. Episode Two is dragging, and it's time it gets done. I will post a link to the SL outline soon.

Valentine's Day

Oh, it's going to be one of those days. A full social calendar, how does that happen to an unpopular gnome like me? I'll be luck if I write a page. Yesterday was just exactly that: One Page. And I'm blowling off much of work with this blog and iTunes. $3 spent today. I'm to embarassed to tell you what. The anger of yesterday has disipated. Diane and I talked out mercifully briefly. I'm such a girl. I could ramble on for hours. I think something's seriously wrong with me.

I have an hour. Go write now. More later.

Intro

I have never been very good at keeping journals or records of my work. This blog is an attempt to change that.

My name is Jeffrey Adams and I'm a writer working on a new project called 'The Shadowland'. The project is very personal to me, and very frightening. It is being written as a 13 part series to be listened to either on radio or podcast or CD. That is the art form I work in: audio drama.

The story is about a 20 year old woman who commits suicide after being raped, only to wake up in a place called The Shadowland, a Dark Wood between Heaven and Hell. I won't reveal what happens next, but her purpose is to move toward redemption. I myself am not entirely sure how she will get there, though I have completed a series outline.

I will not carefully craft my words in this blog. I will not make it a publicity engine. I will attempt to put down my thoughts, fears and ideas so that there might be a record of this process when it's done. This is important to me because the Shadowland is more than just another project. It is a calling, meaning that it is what I'm supposed to do right now.

Furthermore, this blog will not be linked to any other site on the web for some time. If you found it, you must have stumbled upon it by accident. Congratulations. I will not spend time proofing and correcting this blog. Mistakes have something to say too.

Today is Tuesday. It's bright sunny and cold out, 6 above zero Fahrenheit. I've been very angry all day, but it hasn't translated into pages. That's a shame because this stage of episode two could use some anger. On a whim, I bought a CD set called 'Masters of Horror' at K-Mart, the best department store we have in this town (really). It turned out to be horror rock, the same kind of music I always envisioned for SL. I've never heard of any of the bands, and there is zero information in the case, but I find listening too it very medicating. I guess sometimes, it's nice to know someone else feels worse.

I'm indifferent to redemption today. I'd just like to be left alone with the loud boys and their demons.