I wrote ‘Empty Frame’ 5yrs ago. I’m not sure what made me go back to visit it now, I tend to put things on paper and leave them be. The need for the thoughts to be anywhere but my head more pressing than anything else. I’d even forgotten how it ends. Reading it now I suppose something in me knew that eventually it would get to that point. I’m not sure the ending rings true to the story being told as much as it fits the story behind it, but at the time it was written I can remember why I ended it that way.
It was my first and pretty much only attempt at writing a screenplay. I have thought about writing another, but rather than rushing through the process and producing something mediocre I join that league of writers with unfinished masterpieces – so described because until they are finally complete they always have that potential for greatness, and in turn so do their authors. That’s possibly why so many things remain unfinished.
This though, this is finished. By no means a masterpiece. It’s not my best, and not my worst. It is rough around the edges and there are more than a few mistakes, not simply in its presentation but also in its pace, structure, characterisation, dialogue…pretty much everything. It is something I am glad I finished. I think I am finally finished with this.