The final draft is underway. It's strange looking at how much Sadomasochism: A Love Story has progressed from the first draft, hell, even as an idea. It's not a comedy, there are comedic moments, but not enough to have it be a comedy.
Establishing tone without having the main couple beating the shit out of each other in the first scene is... hard. My third draft is pretentious as crap, buh, and of course I thought it was edgy at the time. Looking back at it now just makes me cringe. The ending is a little weak, so I'll have to beef it up without going over the top-- aka having everyone fight at prom is a little hard to believe.
It's been fun. I know for sure that I am NOT doing a romance, not for the next script I write. Just because I want to try something new. But I'll always have a special place in my heart for my favorite masochist and sadist, Chuck and Nancy. Those crazy kids... you gotta love 'em.
This is me, tipping my hat, and I've got a smile on my face.
All in all, I'm feeling good.
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