Okay, that’s not entirely accurate. My mom’s dog ate pages of my screenplay. Obviously I have it backed up on my laptop, but I’m left wondering: Is this an omen?
Hmm… Nope. The dog is quite simply a pain in the ass is all.
The screenplay is humming along. I’m still having swordfights with the opening sequence, but other scenes are playing nicely with me. My protagonist is growing on me. His mannerisms have changed lately, which shifts the mood of the scenes ever so slightly. They’re infused with meaning now instead of seeming shallow and flighty.
There’s something here. I can feel it. It helps that I’m no longer making excuses or indulging in time-wasters. I’m focused when I sit down to write and I have a clear goal with each session.
Intention and commitment make all the difference in the world.