Procrastinating again, another night with this script staring at me and I staring at it. An awkward silence only broken by the occasional tapping of keys. Slow work, running through treacle.
*The writer sighs*.
A lot of people talk about writer’s block. I don’t get a block as to what to write but I do get blocks as to how to write what I’ve come up with. Some script take a while to warm up, this one remains cold to the point when I’ve thought about moving on to something else already.
Tomorrow night we try and gain a foothold up this mountain.