Well, I'm finally at the end of this monster. It's been two years of on-again, off-again romance, but, in the end, it finally seduced me to come back long enough to finish this time. I don't even really care that some of the scenes read like bad Mexican soap opera! The point is - it's done, and that's something I haven't been able to say about anything I've written for a very long time. I know it'll take several more passes to get it really tight, but there's something that's just inherently easier about editing for me. Some people hate it, but it's never bothered me much. Once it's on the page it's a lot easier to fiddle with. Must be the teacher in me. So, here's looking forward to my red teacher's pen and many, many Post-it notes defiling the sublime beauty of her newly printed pages. It's been a long time coming...
Brother K is in the even longer process of turning this wannabe-epic into a graphic novel, something I never thought my stuff would become. Very cool to actually SEE your characters through another's interpretation and his pages just keep getting better and better. Did I mention the boy's a little bit talented? Which I take full credit for - after all, I'm the guy who gave him my comic collection when we were kids, thus turning him on to the life of a starving artist. Yeah, you can thank me never on that one, Kyle. Here's hoping we can eventually make minimum wage for our efforts.
Back to sniffing the lovely bouquet of a finished script. (Not nearly as good as mimeograph, but you takes what you can get.)