Holy Crap...

The script is finished. Well, almost. There is one final scene to write. I wrote the bulk of the script Friday night, so obviously, it needs to be punched up quite a bit, but that's not the point. The point is, there's one final scene to write. Unfortunately, it's the closing scene that wraps everything up and it's going to be the toughest to write. First, I have to figure out how to tie it all together; how to leave the audience happy with where the characters end up. That shouldn't be too tough, though. I have most of it written in my head. Now, I just have to sit down and type it. The toughest part will be having to get into a mindset where I can bleed on the page. This will be, by far, the most emotional scene to write. Memories and whatnot will not be easy to push aside as I'm writing this sucker. So, I'm going to take a few days to relax and get in the mind frame. I'm going to find a way to draw all my anger and sadness into one final scene, but at the same time, I have to bring the funny. I might have to get a little drunk the night I write it and then the next day, go over it sober. That worked for Edgar Allan Poe. Or maybe he was just drunk all the time. Not that it matters. He's dead. So, is Shakespeare. By definition, I'm doing way better than both of those assholes. Sayonara suckers.