My problem is focus. Now, it didn't use to be a problem but I'm juggling so many projects that to say I'm working on one in particular, I can't say -- I'd like to.
With eight completed screenplays and some accolades under my belt, I finding the drooling process of pitching takes up every ounce of my spare time. I'd love to have an agent but even then screenwriters must "sell" themselves at all times with their employment.
This chapter I entered was something I thought I must do. I prefer writing the visual less the profound endless vocabulary but the challenge is in me. Screenwriters don't maintain the rights to their story once sold unless they also have the novel rights, then, they do. The Lord and His providence has to be strong if the story is to maintain its original script -- production companies, actors, etc...all have a say in the constant re-writes.
Residuals of the film if sold as a script don't exist for the writer unless you can bargain it into the contract. That's a very slim prospect. Again, if you have the rights to the novel, then you become part of the producing team and have more input and yes, residual payments too.
With that said, I felt compelled to enter my sci/fi fantasy piece. It has been my hope to expand it to a trilogy after I wrote the stand alone episode II of the script. Instead, I started from the beginning writing the novel. I only have the first chapter finished but it's all hashed out in an outline. Stopping everything else would be essential to continue this. I'm in a quandary hoping the Lord would reveal his thoughts.
Then, there's the duties of this household. I'm a homeschool mother with only five this year starting this year in August. Number six will be staying at home this year studying and CLEPing out of her first year of college hopefully. Number seven works and lives at home and number eight is working his way through a meteorology degree. Did I mention the 2500 square foot garden we can, or the Labrador pups we raise, the twenty acres we maintain, the small orchard that was frost bit this year that needs babying, that we were Deacons in our church, that we occasionally house those in need, that my daughter ran into the neighbor's parked care adding another bill to pay?:) I often thank the Lord because we have been given a lot. We always have decisions at our feet - we are never without possibilities.