About Damn Time
Eight months and tens of hours of work later I am done with the script.
It almost feels good.
Oh sure, it's too long, it makes no sense, the tone is all over the place, the fifth act is over half of the script, characters, themes, and ideas drop out as I lose patience, interest and ambition, and it's on a subject no one cares about, the title mostly sucks, and if I ever turn it into a comic book I'm without an artist and haven't even begun to break it into issues.
But it's done. And done is done. I'm almost proud of me. I owe myself a Coke.
It almost feels good.
Oh sure, it's too long, it makes no sense, the tone is all over the place, the fifth act is over half of the script, characters, themes, and ideas drop out as I lose patience, interest and ambition, and it's on a subject no one cares about, the title mostly sucks, and if I ever turn it into a comic book I'm without an artist and haven't even begun to break it into issues.
But it's done. And done is done. I'm almost proud of me. I owe myself a Coke.