Trying to complete this script is very fuckin' hard. It doesn't help reading every source that says "It has to be 120 page and no more". I bloody wrote 186 pages, which is a monster to edit. I hate when people tell me stuff like, "Maybe it wasn't meant to be." I'm actually almost done and have it around 150 pages. I was planning to leave it that way, but I guess I have to come up with a plan.

The plan is simple: Dozens of rewrites until it's a slim and sexy 120 pages. Basically, it's the same plan, just more editing and long ass nights, burning the midnight oil. This is a very hard process, but I don't wake up in the morning relenting over my script. I'm pron to addressing it as "the sexy bastard."

So, it's safe to say I enjoy this shit, regardless of not getting it right the first and second time. This is getting done, no matter what. I never considered myself stubborn, but in this case, I'll make the exception.

Cheers.

Act III has arrived, which is actually a surprise on my end. I didn't think I'd fly through the Act II re-write, but I suppose it's easy when you already know the outcome. "Know your ending", as the writing guru says (whoever that guy may be). It all works out for me in that respect. Now, if I wasn't worried about page length, Act III wouldn't be so much a burden. In fact, I probably dug myself in a bit of a hole because I have to cram 4 important events within 52 pages. It's not that bad and I think it's doable. The only problem I foresee is that it might lack the impact the first draft had. Making things short and sweet while trying to maximize the full dramatic potential of a scene... well, that's very hard to do for a man who can write forever.

It's a pain trying to keep this blog entry to a readable length. I can go on for pages.

With that said, I must take my leave.

Cheers,

Kenny