Listening to the Twilight soundtrack tonight - the score, not the rock songs. Carter Burwell. What do you know, he's written the score for some of my favorite movies of the past fifteen years, and I never knew his name.
I had to pick it up because I was enjoying the piano themes in the movie. It was surprising to me, though it shouldn't have been, the music I have been choosing as inspiration for this script. Ludovico Einaudi. Philip Glass. Erik Satie. A descending cascade of single notes, simple melancholy.
And I cannot write. I mean, I have been writing, in spurts, for several days. I know how this must end, and knowing makes it so much more trite - I wish I had written all the way up to the end, and THEN realized the secret. I didn't even know there was a secret. And it's a doozy - thankfully, because I hadn't thought of it until now.
Check this: Musings of a High School Vampire. It's really bad. It's so bad, I don't believe a high schooler wrote it, it's like a terrible adult writer trying to write like a high school students.
Which is what I am patently avoiding doing. Right now.