But I'm locked in on this thing until I have a viable first draft. In the midst of it all, I'm also trying to find a way to describe the desert, of which I am not fond, in a way that builds not only an image but a feeling in the reader.
Man...I can't deal with this. I have a mountain of ironing to do. And a dozen other stories to tell.
But! My fuck you script, Porno Manifesto, is a finalist with the StoryPros Screenplay Competition. I'd like to make it all the way, but I doubt I'll win; Shia LeBeouf also has a script entered and is a finalist, as well. Name and fame take game.
Maybe I need to eat more salad...
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