I am seriously hating myself right now. I have 25 pages due on Tuesday morning, and I haven't written a word. I'm thoroughly stuck. This is the quarter of my screenplay when I have two characters on a road trip through blank desert and they have to fall in love. I have no idea how to write a friggin' love story. I've got a couple scenes I want to write but no idea how to fit them in. And I don't know how to show them falling in love when nothing else is going on, they're just driving across the desert. And I hate the fucking desert, and it's hot, and I don't want to think about summer in the desert when I'm already sweltering in it.
I had hoped to get 15 pages tonight and 10 tomorrow. Nuh-uh. I suppose, since it is now two minutes to midnight, that I'll have to write 25 pages tomorrow. So I sat around all damn day and night drinking sangria and accomplishing sweet fuckall.
Dammit.


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