I finished the second draft of the screen play (someday book). Yippee! I think it probably needs a little breather to gain objectivity and then another go through.
I started to write it as a book too. It seems to take a totally different part of my brain, and it's oddly disconcerting.
I've been working on it for such a long time - and thinking about for far longer than that.
It was really the oddest thing though. Last night when hubby brought me the first printed out copy I had the most emotional reaction. It felt so real, so substantial suddenly. I almost started to cry.
Funny how being able to touch something in your hands makes it so different.
