The script I’m working on, first in a new series, has entered that death-march phase of sculpting. It was supposed to be finished today, but I’m still trimming words, moving dialogue around, playing with time, compressing here and expanding there, working around a placeholder for a piece I don’t have the best visual for yet.

No piece of writing is ever finished, we just decide when to let go of it yet. But my gut says this one isn’t ready to let go of yet. This could go on for days.