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I've finished my screenplay! WOOHOO! Later than I had hoped, seeing as I still haven't done any marking tonight, but anywhoo, it's done!
The screenplay affectionately known as 'PFrank' (due to my inability to decide between 'Peter' and 'Frank' for one of my protagonists), is complete, formatted, ready to be printed and bound, and currently sitting on 54 and two-thirds pages. It should really only be 54, but I'll be darned if I'm cutting a single line of it now.
I have to say, it's a nice feeling to have it over with, but it's also been a nice feeling living with these guys in my head for the past 3 months. I've gotten kind of attached to them, even though they're all jerks. Expect some art to come! *Twiddles thumbs* Ah, heck, it's the pilot for a TV series; I might just start writing the rest of it, if I ever get time :)
On to sitting by the fire, marking! Starting work in the newly laid-out shop tomorrow, it should be fun not knowing where anything is :/ I already know too little as it stands, without the added frustration of not being able to find anything. I'm guessing I also get to wear my new uniform, which is a vast improvement on the old one, I say, and makes me look less like an unfashionable dental surgery assistant. BUT, they gave me the SHORT SKIRT! I specifically asked for the grannyskirt, dammit! Just because I'm a 21 year old female doesn't mean I should be obliged to show more of my legs than is strictly necessary, and as far as I'm concerned that means mid-calf length*.
*I'm aware that I'm a bit of a prude, but I have enough elderly male customers calling me 'Darling' as it is, and that's with my current ankle-length grannyskirt. Plus it's always freezing up here, so short skirts are generally undesirable anyway.
The screenplay affectionately known as 'PFrank' (due to my inability to decide between 'Peter' and 'Frank' for one of my protagonists), is complete, formatted, ready to be printed and bound, and currently sitting on 54 and two-thirds pages. It should really only be 54, but I'll be darned if I'm cutting a single line of it now.
I have to say, it's a nice feeling to have it over with, but it's also been a nice feeling living with these guys in my head for the past 3 months. I've gotten kind of attached to them, even though they're all jerks. Expect some art to come! *Twiddles thumbs* Ah, heck, it's the pilot for a TV series; I might just start writing the rest of it, if I ever get time :)
On to sitting by the fire, marking! Starting work in the newly laid-out shop tomorrow, it should be fun not knowing where anything is :/ I already know too little as it stands, without the added frustration of not being able to find anything. I'm guessing I also get to wear my new uniform, which is a vast improvement on the old one, I say, and makes me look less like an unfashionable dental surgery assistant. BUT, they gave me the SHORT SKIRT! I specifically asked for the grannyskirt, dammit! Just because I'm a 21 year old female doesn't mean I should be obliged to show more of my legs than is strictly necessary, and as far as I'm concerned that means mid-calf length*.
*I'm aware that I'm a bit of a prude, but I have enough elderly male customers calling me 'Darling' as it is, and that's with my current ankle-length grannyskirt. Plus it's always freezing up here, so short skirts are generally undesirable anyway.