Yesterday I was telling my boyfriend that I was getting nervous because the results of a screenplay contest I enrolled in are meant to be announced next week. We started talking about my short film and what I had submitted and I realized that he had read the first three drafts of my script but not the last one (I submitted V9 to the contest).
And then it hit me: how much my story had evolved. How many scenes I had built, written and then killed because they didn't feel right or good enough.
My story has evolved from an ersatz of an idea and a visual concept, to something that actually has legs and creates emotions. I think it will keep evolving, as it's probably not where I want it to be yet.
But it was a cool moment to realize how much work I had put in, and how much distance I had covered in that infinite marathon that is writing.
Thought I'd share 🙂
Who's feeling the progress too?