It is 5:48 AM, E.S.T.
But I’m not crying!
I finished every scene but the very last one of my screenplay.
This long night has pretty much been emotionally neutral. You know how the end of movies everything has to come together? The characters, certainly the plot, the theme, you name it? All the loose ends have to collide in a satisfying way (that might even be surprising). So, when you are writing the end, you have to keep your brain scanning all these components (and your treatment) to make sure they land on the page.
It’s just work. Kind of like being an air traffic controller. Except you can get up and nuke your tea as often as you need to, see what your friends are up to on Facebook, surf around the web, sometimes you might even check out the porn. I mean, you kind of deserve it.
Writing is not glamorous.
I feel like I had a day’s (night’s) work. Which feels very sober and good.
It helps to spend an enormous amount of time with friends, so when you are alone for long periods of time, it doesn’t feel so freaky. In fact, you look forward to it.
Dry eyes. Sun soon.
2 comments:
Way to go, Don.
Isn't it interesting how we, out here, take on some of the hope and anticipation when someone else is on a track to possible Success, almost as if it were ours? As a snowed in writer, suffering from cabin fever, your blog gives me a boost!
Mother/judith
God, man, you amaze me. Always. Forever.
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