Tags: Screenwriting
Tonight I wrote one and a half pages or so as part of my new “2 pages a day” rule, which I will consistently break and then bitch about on this blog about how irresponsible I am, until some troll appears from the woodwork and publicly berates me for being a lolly-gagger. To which I will instead of writing 2 pages of screenplay, spend precious time making fun of the troll.
But I’m glad I’m getting things down consistently. Right now, writing this screenplay is to me, what to most meat-heads and jocks is “working out”. I go every day for 20-40 minutes and pump the keyboard until my fingers bleed getting all the swirly ideas into a somewhat legible form. At the end of it all though, instead of getting a six-pack and a set of pecs, I get arthritis and carpel-tunnel syndrome or some other illustrious prize.
Anyway, I’m fucking pooped. To bed I go.
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