it's never ending, i tell you.
8.3 miles.
I stayed up until 2am working on my script, and then I said, I'll do some more in the morning. I've never been an all-night kind of gal. I remember working on a paper for high school the morning of and my sister asked me why I hadn't stayed up to work on it the night before. Never occurred to me, frankly. Fairly basic things like that have never occurred to me on their own. I'm a bit dim sometimes.
(One of the reasons I packed it in so early was that I had indeed played the drinking-before-writing game; Fernando, Nancy, Darin, and I had dinner at Terusushi, and I drank most of a large sake. I got very giggly. After returning home--yes, overstuffed with sushi, I know I was bad thankyouverymuch--Darin and I watched Homicide and then I went to work. So I did 3 hours of work late last night, after about 4 during the day. Not bad.)
I woke up this morning, later than I wanted to (because I'd stayed up until 2) and went for an 8 mile run. I almost chickened out after 5 miles, but I'm glad I kept at it. During the run I thought about some of the edits and changes and new things I wanted to do to my script before sending it off. That surprised me, because, despite being a natural time to think about my stories, I usually spend my run daydreaming. Which is like thinking about my stories but in a much, much less focused way.
I returned, showered, and sat down to work. I excised, I added, I edited. There are still problems--I say this before Darin's even had a chance to pronounce judgement on it--but I decided it would have to do. I printed out a copy of the high school script and a copy of the Irish script and took them to NuPrint, in Studio City, where they would not only copy the scripts onto 3-hole punch paper but would collate, add brads, stick on covers, fluff, and fold them.
And there's a Post Office right next door, so after picking up the scripts, I hopped--well, it was more of a walk, really--over and sent my scripts off to the Nicholl.
I sense I'm actually going to get dinked in the first round again. I always feel somewhat morose after letting scripts out of my hands.
One of the reason I had such a clear idea of stuff I wanted to get into the script before sending it off was that I spent a couple of hours this week IM'ing with Pooks on AOL about my script. She gave me some very good notes and ideas for stuff to put in the script and other things to watch out for.
It's immensely flattering to have someone thinking about my script and giving me feedback on it, when she doesn't have to. God knows I've read enough things I haven't given a second thought to once I finished them. I've been on the receiving end of someone's wrath when I dared to think about her script and then offer comments unsolicited (that would be Carolann, for all you USCers peeking in), so I know that this is not universally thought of as flattering.
I appreciated Pooks' comments, dammit.
Now that I've finished with getting scripts ready for the contest season, let's see, what do I have to do?
- Read a script for Ruth and give her my feedback on it. Probably soon would be good, as it's a happening script, as in happening with production people.
- Read the stories for class. Well, read them again--I've read them once, and then I read a second time to formulate notes.
- Read stuff for Monday night's writers group and wine tasting society.
- Read a script for my online critique group.
- Watch Fearless (the current movie being analyzed by my online critique group) and analyze it.
- Sleep.
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