The sporadic ramblings of Emily C. A. Snyder - devoted to God, theatre, writing, and much randominity.
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There's very little more satisfying
Than writing THE END at the end of a script. First draft of Wallace's Will complete. My bed calls to me. It ended slightly differently than I had anticipated. I feel it still needs tweaks. It's probably good enough to send. When I get it on its feet I'll probably make cuts and adjustments. Dunno. We'll see. Can't wait for the herd of wild women to go careening back and forth across the stage. Tres amusant. At least in my brain. Floppsybottom is my new favorite last name.
Mood: Sleeeepy but VICTORIOUS!
Music: Interior various folk vocals
Thought: Oy. Phew. *flomp*
Than writing THE END at the end of a script. First draft of Wallace's Will complete. My bed calls to me. It ended slightly differently than I had anticipated. I feel it still needs tweaks. It's probably good enough to send. When I get it on its feet I'll probably make cuts and adjustments. Dunno. We'll see. Can't wait for the herd of wild women to go careening back and forth across the stage. Tres amusant. At least in my brain. Floppsybottom is my new favorite last name.
Mood: Sleeeepy but VICTORIOUS!
Music: Interior various folk vocals
Thought: Oy. Phew. *flomp*
posted by Emily C. A. Snyder | 3:19 AM
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