Journey into Mordor... or the second draft

It's very odd approaching a second draft. It's kind of like approaching a wild, possibly rabid animal. You don't want to make any sudden movements or else it might attack you-- but it also needs to get the fuck out of your  yard.

AKA... I'm tacking this second draft. It's bizarre, going back and just sighing and cutting and cutting away and replacing it with something new.

Man, I wish I was funny haha. It would make this script sooo much better.

It's Easter?

Apparently so.

I've been writing like crazy for the past two days because my parents landed yesterday. I'm on page 80, and prom is in progress. Kaufhold, if you're reading this, I am so sorry for the melodramatic shit-storm you'll be reading soon. I wrote this scene, and it was like one of Darren Aronofsky's meth commercials without the meth.

Buh. I don't know why anyone thinks I can be funny/write comedy. Comedy is fucking hard. It's way easier to make something dramatic/borderline realistic than make it funny.

SUMMARY: First world writer problems. I'll stop whining now. It's not really that bad, I'm just frustrated  :)

First day on the job...

and I'm making a blog post.

I've successfully moved into a house, Steph and I are sharing a room but it's pretty awesome. The metro is just a mile away, and it's a really easy walk. I listened to The Artist's score on the way to the subway. It was gorgeous.

Writing is tough. I had to figure out a different midpoint, and there are a lot of things to kind of keep in the back of my mind for the rewrite when the first draft is finished. Since there's a bit of down time at SyFy at the moment, I'm working on my script. I don't know if it's funny that if I were to take sadomasochism out of it-- it would be a perfectly fine teen romance and it would be easy to get done.

What the hell, I've never done anything easily.