Ten Manipulations: Frustration
So I wrote a letter of resignation yesterday, saying I was quitting the script, possibly for good. But Blogger was down so I didn't post it.
Glad I didn't. I guess.
Because this latest draft just completely overwhelmed me yesterday. I couldn't keep in mind all the variables involved with ten major characters and interweaving stories and what we're throwing out and what we're keeping. And while I was giving up my whole weekend trying to devise ways to implement the notes of Ernest and Brandon, I didn't hear one peep from them. No let's meet or I can't meet or hey, I filed the paperwork with the state of New York or booked a space for the reading or put together a preliminary budget. None o' that.
There's some guilt on my side that I can't seem to muster the concentration required to fix some of these long-standing weaknesses in the script. On the other hand, I feel like the script was ready for the next level and that taking it there would be both a relief for me and an incentive to put in even more time on it than I already have. I could've spent the hundreds of hours on more commercial projects that could be making me money or a name.
I'm not a quitter and I'm not quitting. I'm going to work on the script again tonight. But I'm Frustrated. Capital F.

