I have discovered FAST TIME. I first noticed it today while contemplating the speed with which my nose hair has regrown. The last two weeks -- wait, no, now it's three weeks-- have blown by in an instant. I guess that's the paradox of doing what you want to be doing, of losing yourself in your work: you end up with less time.
My screenplay is horrifically bad. Like, Power Rangers bad. I will not give up. I will find something true inside this mess.
Today wasn't too productive, but I kept my butt in my seat. I need to shake loose a new idea.
Okay, it's probably not Power Rangers bad, though it feels like it sometimes. I need to be more patient. It's going to be good. I won't give up until it's good.