Done.
Well, sort of. And at 3:30 am.
302 pages of a script that should be 100, maybe 120 pages max.
And now, the editing begins.
I cannot help but think of another Edward, specifically Mr. Scissorhands, cutting away at the ice to reveal the angel underneath.
Like Michelangelo saying that “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free,” I feel it is so much better, in fact INFINITELY BETTER to start with way too much and pare down until we are left with only the essential.
2/3 of these pages with be deleted to reveal something lean and true.
And now — for just a moment — a brief retreat to Downton Abbey, and then sleep.
Starting tomorrow, I become the Edward Scissorhands of my own prose.
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