In which I bitch about writing, and humanity yawns
I took Wednesday off from my two pages a day thing because of the website redesign, which occupied me from 6 PM to 2 AM that night (with a two hour break in there to watch The OC with friends). But the next day... Maybe it was because I broke up the rhythm, maybe it was because I got less than five hours of sleep, maybe it was just being stuck. But I spent two hours in front of the computer, unable to get anything done.
Which was LAME.
Ended up doing nitpicky revisions for most of that time, cutting down some scenes and expanding some others. Realized that I may have to throw out some pages (by which I mean, cut-and-paste into my "Reeejected!" document) on the post modern romantic comedy I'm writing. In talking with Das Roomie last night, it became clear that I've gotten away from the original concept, meaning that the stuff I'm writing, while necessary character work, just isn't that interesting. Really, I should wallpaper my room with the first five pages of the screenplay, as the first five pages embody exactly what I'm trying to do with this story. (It's the following twenty-two pages where we get a bit off track.)
There's going to be more writing this weekend. Oh yes. Four uninterrupted hours spent focusing on this bitch? So welcome.