I just sent out the first 36 pages of my screenplay, to my writers group, and I feel like “what the hell have a just done.”

Worked it to death and left it writhing without direction, is probably what I’ve just done. Actually, I’m glad to get it sent off. It’s gotten to the point that I’m sick of looking at it and I’m glad for a few days of not having it stare at me every time I turn on the computer. Now is the time to let it rest. Get some perspective.

…I just hope it still makes sense.

Now on to that short I’m making for class (eek)…