Monday, 7 March 2011
Today, my brain hurts.
I see this as a GOOD SIGN. It means my brain is bursting with ideas. It hurts because the ideas are battling to be first in the queue to get out of the grey matter and on to (virtual) paper.
The screenplay has the biggest handbag and the sharpest elbows. It's barged its way right to the front, shouting 'me-me-me!'
Very well, screenplay. You shall have your reward for sheer persistence.
I will write you.
I will finish you.