Looking over my script, I'm seeing people getting shot and blown up.
I really don't hate people. I'm pretty sure I'm going somewhere with all this.
In my head, this whole story was a lot more James Joyce. Now it's like playing in the ball-pit at McDonalds, only the balls are all hand grenades.
I'm a little concerned, but also secretly pleased that my script is so cool.
Yes, I know. It's going to suck. But it will be so cool while sucking.
Maybe I need to stop watching 24.
Final cleanup, then ready for being ripped apart, I swear. It's "done."
Now it needs to be Done.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
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If it's so done why haven't I gotten a copy to read?
Grrrrrrrr.
When it's Done, not when it's "done." No worries, it will be in your hands shortly. It's gotta pass the wife test first.
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