Tides Changed.

I guess, after all, I'm not catching that ship.

Before I tweak away on this massive portrayal of a vision in my mind, I figured I should sit down and face my thoughts. I have a lot of them, some of them are rather cute, while others are cute and pesky, and others are made of cheese.

See? This is my current thought process, and I don't think it works too well with what I need to do, so I should do a little warm-up.

There's two main things I need to do. I'm looking at all my action verbs and seeing where I need more variation. This is quite perfectionist like, but anything to boost up the stamina of the piece in order for it to shine more than its competitors.

Next, I have to take a knife to the dialogue. Cut it apart and find where the British parts are and shave off the American in me. Yes, I am an American who's writing a British screenplay. I'm mental.

Next up, conquering the world with a spoon: what many world leaders didn't want you to know. Kidding.

I don't even have a spoon.

Okay, so it's inevitable that my well developed sense of humor that only tickles some peoples fancy, would escape at this point. It was very hard to tame in writing a horror script. Yes. Why would I do that to myself. I really don't know; it probably would have been smarter to go after comedy, but I had this one scene in my mind. It's in the script but completely changed, I mean, there's not even a dog! As well, much of what I originally envisioned isn't even close, but better. I have to remember that my mind is guiding me through this and not controlling it. If I try to control it, my hand comes through and spanks the wee little creative work and then what do we have, bagels?

Yes, bagels. Arbitrary and tasty.

I have a crink in my shoulder. What do I do?!

Crink is not a word. This astounds me. Astounds I say.

Well, I'm getting on my wagon to insanity now, good luck everyone who reads this. There's a bounty of information to smother your mind with.