I wrote twenty-one pages of my screenplay yesterday. I wish I could say that it has put me close to finishing.
I can’t.
There are a variety of emotions that run through me when I complete a chunk of a project in one sitting:
Elation: I don’t know if writer’s high is like runner’s high, but it feels pretty damn good.
Adoration: I love this story I’m crafting. It rocks.
Annoyance: Why did I procrastinate so long on this project I love so much?
Hesitant Satisfaction: I think what I’ve written is pretty good.
Exhaustion: Brain dead. Can’t think.
Then I go to sleep and wake up feeling an entirely new set of emotions:
Relaxed: I’m on track to finish the screenplay.
Excited: All I have to do today is write!
Paranoid: What if what I wrote wasn’t as good as I think?
Critical: There is stuff I wrote yesterday that needs to be cut.
Stressed: If I cut the stuff I wrote yesterday, I’ll be short on making my pages today.
Tired: It’s going to be a long writing day.
Time to get to work.
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