Midnight Madness
It is 3:40 Am.
I just finished my play.
It clocks in at 71 pages.
Essentially I have written 71 pages in two days. There was some cutting and pasting from earlier drafts. But this is a fairly dramatically changed version.
I dont know whether it is good or not. We will see what the morning brings.
Epiphany of the evening: No one can teach you to write but yourself.
We will see if THAT makes sense in the morning as well.
I just finished my play.
It clocks in at 71 pages.
Essentially I have written 71 pages in two days. There was some cutting and pasting from earlier drafts. But this is a fairly dramatically changed version.
I dont know whether it is good or not. We will see what the morning brings.
Epiphany of the evening: No one can teach you to write but yourself.
We will see if THAT makes sense in the morning as well.
posted by Lark(e) at 3:35 AM
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