As I mentioned in the previous post, I became unusually energized after I’d finished a voice recording of my Siddhartha Monologue, and in that uncommon state of enthusiasm, I wrote nine more pages of dialogue, largely completing the “Ice in Hell” sequence of Scene Three.  This was, I believe Thursday night.  I stopped at a logical break on p.40, where the female antagonist, Ms. Mortalis encounters my protagonist W. Greene for the second time.

It’s logical that their encounter further develop their association together as human beings, outside of the mere show context in which she is a licensed clinical social worker who has simply been assigned to his case.  Do these two people innately like each other, outside of their social roles at the moment?  Would they get along on a date or in a relationship?  All that stuff ought to be going on, either behind the scenes in the dialogue, or blatantly, openly, as it were.  That I have balked from Thursday night till now is, in a way, unfortunate, but in another way par for the course.  We all know I’ll not put pen to paper till motivated to do so.  Why write something substandard?  Something that is not supposed to be a part of it at all?  Of course I wouldn’t want to steer myself down the wrong path intentionally, only because I felt pressured to write something — whether good or bad, as though time were of the essence.

But time is not of the essence – not in the strictest sense, anyway.  There is no due date, no deadline, no moment when my completed work needs to be on the desk of another entity.  The only deadline, in that strictest sense, is death.  But this relative license can also be misleading.  One does not want to lose momentum,  to wait too long, and then find oneself having lost interest in one’s work entirely.  So what are the real barriers to my picking up the script again?  No doubt they hinge upon my not-knowing.  My not yet having decided what it is that Ms. Mortalis and W. Greene should have to say to one another at this moment.

But they are more specific than that.  Prior to stopping, I was “on a roll.”  I felt a surge of confidence that the words of my character, barely altered since the original draft of the “Ice in Hell” sequence several years ago, were eminently consistent with the types of language and imagery that have become associated with his intriguing character.  I felt ashamed neither of Winston nor of my work on the whole.  But then, I had to stop.  Why then?  Because when I looked at the words of their dialogue before me, I found that the words I wrote years ago are completely immaterial to whatever is going on in the energy of the two characters today.  Unlike the previous sequence, I can hardly use any of them at all.  So new material needs to be written.  Of the nature of that material, I am still in the dark.

But not as much in the dark as I have been previously, till now.  For this time around, writing this third version of the as-yet-incomplete musical script to  Eden in Babylon, I have made critical changes in the character of Ms. Mortalis.  She’s not a person with any a priori knowledge of the protagonist – of Winston – and she doesn’t meet Benzo (the male antagonist) till Scene 2, had no prior knowledge of him.  She’s just been assigned to Winston by whatever the psychological powers that be would have been that had placed her with him.

But now she has to act accordingly.   Now, whenever she sees him, it’s not as though she has all kinds of data on him – she’s learning about him as she encounters him.  This is actually much better.  It’s more engaging of an audience than had she simply been scripted to spout of all kinds of previously gleaned facts about Winston to the audience.  That’s what she was sort of doing before in this scene, and I’ve realized that it won’t fly.  As to what will fly, however, there are still key questions to be considered.  Now that she’s sees Winston as he is more in his element – not just powerless as he was sedated on the gurney earlier – what does his personality and his presence spark in her?  Outside of her assignment and their respective roles, how does he strike her?  And vice-versa – what kind of feeling does Winston get from Ms. Mortalis?  Or, rather, what kind of feeling does he seek to foster in her?

That I should not put pen to paper till these questions are answered is only sensible.   And I do have confidence that pen will be put to paper at the proper moment – probably sooner than I think.  Sure, she is fascinated with the folk-hero.  Sure, he plays upon this in his precocious flirtation with her.  It is coming clearer every minute.

This is the clarity that comes with increased faith.  My faith in this project has been greatly increased ever since I recorded the Siddhartha Monologue.   The reason is because in so doing, I have recognized a consistency in the character of Winston Greene that is actually very engaging.  It is this recognition that has largely spurred me onward.   I suddenly find that I have confidence in what I am writing now.  The things that had earlier deterred me are not seen as even obstacles or hurdles any longer, barely even challenges.  The potential audience has somehow been made real  – and that audience is already on my side.

In the atmosphere of such confidence, all resentments toward interfering individuals vanish immediately.  I know that sounds crazy – but it’s true.  Every previous time I was thirsting for the approval of others – and I resented them when their approbation was vacant, or nil. I no longer need their approval.  This changes everything.  I no longer need these additional voices to validate my creation.  My creation is already validated.  I know what it is that I am doing now – and what I am doing is within my integrity.  What more could I ever want, artistically speaking, than this?