hello, again
i went on a self-imposed internet hiatus during the "holy week." no, not because i was religious. i just wanted to get shit done. except, instead of the internet, i got suckered into joining the family trip to tagaytay. and the less said about that, the better. and then i procrastinated. well, not procrastinated. i stared at the script i was supposed to have finished a week ago, and wrote and rewrote and rewrote and rewrote--and i still haven't finished it.
moment of truth: i'm scared that i won't do the story justice. i requested this story because i saw something in it that was... special. but due to all the edits and requests and limitations, that special something seems to have... disappeared. and now, no matter how many times i rewrite the damn thing, i just don't feel that connection to the story i initially felt when i heard about it, and when i interviewed the person whose story it is. and i want to get that back. because i feel that if i don't, whatever i end up submitting, won't feel real. and then i'd hate myself for ruining this special story. i'd hate myself for volunteering to write this and not delivering a good script.
moment of truth: i'm scared that i won't do the story justice. i requested this story because i saw something in it that was... special. but due to all the edits and requests and limitations, that special something seems to have... disappeared. and now, no matter how many times i rewrite the damn thing, i just don't feel that connection to the story i initially felt when i heard about it, and when i interviewed the person whose story it is. and i want to get that back. because i feel that if i don't, whatever i end up submitting, won't feel real. and then i'd hate myself for ruining this special story. i'd hate myself for volunteering to write this and not delivering a good script.