You know, I thought I'd get back into writing.
I am realizing that that notion absolutely terrifies me. I just opened one of my old plays. I might go INSANE. I am legitimately scared to read it. I know that there is so much to change and edit and... that scares me.
A bit silly, really. Who can understand my logic? Not even me, because there is no logic.
But you know, it really is a good project. It didn't get me a scholarship, but people like it. I even had a potential collaborator at one point. It has potential, why so afraid?
Let's see... there's 22 pages of un-formatted junk. Well, not junk... it needs work though. And it is currently a musical, but I've recently had the revelation that I am NEVER going to write the music for it so I might as well turn it into a straight play. Much work lies in front of me, and let's face it, I am pretty lazy.
But who knows, maybe I'll sit down today or Saturday and type my fingers raw. Or maybe I'll just sit on my ass, we'll see.
6 years ago

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