This weekend is a big one in terms of my screenwriting progress. I have gained some interest in a script I wrote a few months ago and have been asked to send my next draft to him/them. I went over it last week, changing some scenes around and cutting out some exposition to slim down the entire screenplay from 103 pages to 99 pages. This weekend, in extreme isolation, I will work on a full draft revision with major overhauls in hopes of having my next draft ready in about 7-10 days from now.
And of course, this is the part of screenwriting I hate..which kind of means I'm not really a screenwriter, right? I don't do well with analyzing...anything. I'm too scatterbrained and dare I say, creative minded for that. Ah, but one can learn to be analytical to some extent, so I won't use that entire left vs right brain argument. Time to exorcise all inborn excuses and get to work.
Time to shit or get off the pot, really.
