I have no clue what the hell I’m doing.
I’ve now gone round the houses, through the houses, blown the houses up with dynamite, rebuilt them, swapped them with Barratt Homes, lost all my money, moved out of there & ended up in a squat in a Glasgow estate with three screaming weans, a heroin habit and a gambling boyfriend with tattoos and gold teeth.
In short, I’m f*cked if I know what to do next with this project.
Of course it doesn’t help the script has turned bad and is now talking to me:
SCRIPT: You’re shit.
ME: Shut up, I’m rewriting you.
SCRIPT: No point; you’re shit.
ME: Nope, not listening, *lalalalalalalala*
SCRIPT: Hey, why listen to me? The evidence is there ON THE PAGE! You’re shit. And you know it.
ME: I’ll erase you if you’re not careful.
SCRIPT: Go ahead: then you’ll just be admitting how shit you are. DO IT.
ME: I’ll file you. In my MISC folder!
SCRIPT: Again, the end result is the same.
ME: So I’ll keep rewriting. You’ve gotta get good sometime.
SCRIPT: I might. You won’t. You suck.
Anyone else ever feel like this? Of course you have. So what do you do to silence the evil voice of your script at times like this?