Wednesday, November 05, 2014
I scared myself.
Sitting in front of our fireplace, writing a scene in the new script.
A night scene, where the monster, in all his gooshy, drooling, icky menace circles the hero unaware of the threat.
A log in the fireplace popped and I threw my notebook and pen on the floor and nearly had a heart attack.
Immersed, I was. In the writing. Yay. And BOO!
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