open
I'm revising a six-page script called Open. It wasn't in my brain until last night. Now it's a finished draft of a script. It's either good, or it's all the bad parts of Amnesia Hotel all over again. Also it works in the nude scene a certain friend of mine has been pressuring me to write. So, if it ever comes together, there's that. (Does nudity affect festival showability?)
I was going to show it to the Diet Writing Group tonight (without Andy and Russ), but then Colin wrote and canceled, too. That leaves me, Debi, and maybe Melissa--and only one short script to even go over. WTF, Colin? I mean, come on.
I want to shoot something short and on film by the end of this year. I also want to meet with Bushra (or will it be Enie by the time I get around to it?) and discuss my Thesis Project. I want to be productive again. I want to be out there, actually doing it. What is wrong with me that I'm not? Good god, man.
I was going to show it to the Diet Writing Group tonight (without Andy and Russ), but then Colin wrote and canceled, too. That leaves me, Debi, and maybe Melissa--and only one short script to even go over. WTF, Colin? I mean, come on.
I want to shoot something short and on film by the end of this year. I also want to meet with Bushra (or will it be Enie by the time I get around to it?) and discuss my Thesis Project. I want to be productive again. I want to be out there, actually doing it. What is wrong with me that I'm not? Good god, man.