Writing post ahead !
November is coming to an end. Some of you might have heard that I challenged myself to write 30 show episode drafts in 30 days.
So, that was fucking impossible. Which I knew going in. I mainly put that on myself so that I would spend October generating 30 bits and informing myself about story structure and all that nerd stuff. I was much more successful on that end.
That said, I did write three full episodes, including the one I’m about to finish. I wrote half an episode that I had to abandon, at least for now, because I’m not smart enough to execute it. I also wrote what I’m deeming an unofficial pilot, which samples the humor of the show but largely is a plea for Patreon funding that can be executed on a small budget.
It’s not really where I wanted to end this month, I’ll be honest. But without understanding for my circumstances, it’s a good start for a project like this. And with understanding for my circumstances, it’s actually pretty rad on my part that all the shit that happened this month happened while I was writing that flop of a half episode, that I didn’t write a word for over a week, and I still managed to return and just move on to something more successful rather than give up entirely.
So, the next steps. I’m gonna take the first half-ish of December and not work on this anymore. Well, uh, not directly. I’m playing with creating a chapbook for Button Poetry’s open submissions that’s parodying instagram aesthetic poets, and that stems from a character that’s part of this project.
So I’m just gonna write aesthetic dick jokes for like two weeks, which let’s face it, I was basically put on this earth to do. After that, I’m going to take the rest of December and focus on editing those four episodes, plus the episode I wrote before that is uhh good concept, zero structure, bit of a mess. I’m intending to hold auditions digitally in January.
Personal note … oh wow. My weird little show about a space princess hiding from responsibility on Earth with her burnout friends, it’s something I’ve wanted to do and have always had in the back of my mind for over five years now. I became used to all the reasons I couldn’t do it, between school and life and illness. It was a huge aha moment for me, not that long ago, when I realized that nothing was stopping me from doing it anymore.
I think I had this idea for awhile, even when my life opened up and my cognitive shit became manageable, that I somehow needed to prove myself on something more practical. Which was invalidating to all the practice I’ve done over the years, including a fully produced stage play. It was excuses, to not do what I really wanted. And now I’m like actually doing it. And now it’s like, oh god, what if I fail?
Oh god, what if I DON’T fail ?! a a a a a a a a a a a a ! !
So yeah, terrifying. But in a good way.
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2017 Melony Ppenosyne. Image grabbed from the OTHER show that wasn’t the Golden Girls.
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