The Bloody Doors Off

Just finished the new draft of Song for Rachel. 13 days, 22 new pages.

I’m… happy with it. This is a feeling I haven’t had in a while. Being happy with something I’ve written.

Hell, I’ve barely written in months so it was easy to forget how it felt to accomplish something like this. I have been writing in an online RPG but have struggled with the characters’ voices. It’s a reboot and they’re acting like it’s the old game. But now I’ve accomplished this, so maybe that will change as well.

Now comes the interesting part: finding a new focus.  The draft is with the dramaturge, and unless he has notes, this may be the draft that goes to the actors for rehearsal in January. (Unless I look back at the pages in a week and find new stuff I want to add.)

And yes, it’s not lost on me that if I’d done something stupid a month ago, I wouldn’t be experiencing this moment right now.

This is part of the purpose of my blog: to recognize when I’m struggling, and to celebrate/capture the moments when I feel like I’ve succeeded.

Today I captured a personal flag.

In this moment, I’m king of the fucking mountain.