Yesterday I had class until noon, then at 12:30, one of my group mates came over to work on our script for Scriptwriting class. We worked for ten hours. Ten hours. That doesn’t include the half-hour break we took for dinner.
Writing is difficult. Sometimes it’s damn near impossible.
By the end of our writing marathon, we had a script for a television pilot that was 7826 words and 42 pages long.
Our hair was a mess, our makeup had rubbed off, our under-eye circles were dark, our backs were sore, our hands were cramped, our heads were throbbing, and in the end it was all worth it.
We called our group member who couldn’t make it, left a sleep-deprived message, then we had a very loud dance party for two which my flatmates were kind enough not to complain about.
Of course, working for ten hours straight on four hours of sleep (each) will not produce great quality work. I went over our script after my friend had left and couldn’t help but to burst out laughing when I came across this gem of a line:
Naturally, I shared it on multiple social media websites, and then my friend suggested I draw it. So I did.
I’ve just realized I never drew feet for the four others in the third panel. Oh well. They’re stick-people. Feet are a luxury for them.
So yeah, that’s what I did yesterday. And despite how hard and tiring it was, I loved every minute of it. I think I did right by choosing to study Creative Writing.
Today, she came over again so we could do some editing. It’s now at 44 pages and 8106 words. We are very proud of ourselves.