Wrote solidly for 11 hours today. This is what it's all about.
The Christmas show opens in less than two weeks and I'm still fucking writing the thing. It's a solo show, which buys me a little time, but still - how did I get myself into this mess?
Ticket sales are going quite well, by the way.
Nailed what I assumed to be was a first draft. Had a read through later on, it times around the 35-minute mark. Which is 25 minutes shorter than it needs to be. It works, it has a nice story ark to it, and there's plenty at stake for the character, so I'm not keen on just padding it out for the sake of it.
I'm not entirely sure how to get away with this, to be honest. I'll go to sleep a grumpy man.
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