These last few weeks have left in me the feeling that we have written segments of our musical that have the potential to be successful. But I see no clear path to bring them all together in a cohesive whole. There’s an opening scene idea. A mid-point song. Ideas for the ending. And then…gaps. Deep, dark gaps. The sort of gaps you can get lost down and not reappear for several days. Luckily, when I disappear down one, Shireen pulls me back with another brilliant idea to develop our narrative. David’s jazz keeps us all in rhythm.
Maybe- just maybe- the gaps are shrinking.
But still, they boil my brain. I cannot escape the feeling that I have spent months painting a single piece of jigsaw puzzle in intricate detail, whilst neglecting to think about how the one piece fits into the larger picture. Our landscape may have a few two headed, six-legged horses when the puzzle is finally assembled. But that’s what this period is for, surely. To build a six-legged horse and then amputate.
(*I know you don’t paint a jigsaw. But in this analogy I’m the jigsaw maker. So I am painting the jigsaw. I just stupidly cut it up into pieces before I started the picture. Get it?*)
The joy of writing a musical- I have found- is that you are not alone. You deliver your part, and it then goes through the filter of your other collaborators. You are not in charge of the whole.
The difficulty of writing a musical, is that because of this, sometimes the whole can be hard to see.