I finished my script. It feels awesome in this sad, lonely, exciting, totally freaked out way. The characters took some time to envision, what with working almost till the tail end of 2015, then the injury and surgery. But, nonetheless, they were chatting in my brain, and I was getting to know them.
Tiny side note: So far I have applied to one job, and that's it. I don't know what else to do? It's freaking upsetting, in this way, when you get to a point in your life when settling becomes a dire word. I refuse to settle in life, in every sense of the word. Beyond stubborn. Yeah, that's me.
I'm not gonna touch the script for a week, maybe two. Sit back for a while. Rest my eyes from the glaring screen.
Regular side note: I recently met two men of a certain age and persuasion. From what I could surmise it was clear that they weren't very socialized around modern women, which sounds crazy "modern women", but everyone has come across this type of man. We met at a gathering, conversing about film, and when opinions started to clash I was called out - reprimanded. Like, "calm down," one said.
Well, my voice never changed, I just wasn't swayed by their opinion. Like, for some reason, my observation was shut down. Why? Because I'm a woman? Because I appear much younger than I am? It's a strange truth that many women experience, especially when they look much younger.
I don't know where this script will go? Complete mystery. I'll do the rounds, and leave it to God. I did my part, which is write. I really enjoyed seeing how these characters evolved. I feel close to them in this way. Like, they're my friends. Sounds crazy.
Only time will tell.
