I have this horrible habit of going into celtx with beautiful stories, relatable characters, poigiant dialouge and three scenes in I quit.
I have this material in my head that I want to share but I feel like I keep hitting this road block of forwarding a story and creating interesting, intelligent writing. I'm trying to be like Aaron Sorkin or some shit. Who knows.
I keep re visiting the story of my struggle with ocd but it feels like a show that will never have an end. I keep adding more plot and more people who have come into my life that I feel are so essential yet I can't keep dragging it on forever I feel like I need to find an end. Maybe I will hit a dull spot in life, or a new beg. And then I will know.
Like how can I leave out Rogers and Shawn? But as of now they haven't even made it in.
Granted, I only have 14 pages written.
Someone recently asked me to start and the start and fill them in, but its so exhausting and time consuming and I dont even know how much of that is essential to what I am now!
I don't even know.
Well that's where I am on this.
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