I found out yesterday that as of tomorrow Netflix will no longer have Roswell or The X Files. These are two reasons i got and kept Netflix even though things i took for granted there are always disappearing, such as The Silence of the Lamb, which they had for years. I guess they’re trying to make way for more of their own productions, which is too bad because most of them are not even watchable.
But this is about Roswell, not Netflix. Writing my version of this story is the most formidable challenge as a writer i’ve had for a while. I realized soon that if i didnt trim the material down i would end up with something like War and Peace. After cutting down the material in this story i knew that more would have to go or i’d end up with something like a James Clavell novel, which is still thick enough to stop a .45 caliber ACP slug.
So i learned to cut more and still maintain the integrity of the story. By that time i hit a major logjam and spent weeks deciding how to proceed given that at this point late in the first season everything changes and a slew of characters come in and the old ones begin to change. What has been emerging is a moody, surrealistic story like the original Destiny Road (2009). And i really like how i managed to redefine Max and Liz, the core of the entire story. Max emerged as a cranky, moody alien who is so stressed he’s always close to the edge but who never falls off. And i managed to give Liz a kind of maturity and character she never had in the TV show.
I was going to open the next chapter with a fine metaphor-“The cast iron wind is a dirge screeched by a choir of lepers draped in rags.” I’ll save that one for some other story. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading these as much as i have writing them. The tv show is far richer and more complex than it appears if you just watch it. I’ve learned to love the show even more than i did, and respect what everyone involved with it was trying to do.
Maybe it’ll come back to Netflix. But it probably wont for a while.