I started working on my script, but I don’t feel like the changes I’ve made are quite it. It’s not flowing really well right now. This is the part of the writing process I like the least. It’s so easy to mistake the struggle of writing as a reflection of my own abilities. It doesn’t help I have a loud movie playing in the background.
It hasn’t stopped snowing. I don’t mind. I like it. I liked it more as a kid. The internet wasn’t as prominent as it is today when I was a kid. As a kid, non-stop snow meant the world slowed down, or stopped, mostly. There wasn’t much point in going out, so it felt as though the whole world was staying in, and so spending a day doing nothing felt great, and I felt great just being young. I had no reason to ever expect I’d see life any differently.
