On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.
ToC, H. Miller

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Without Cue Cards

How did I not get the last chapters of this script? Something in the back of my head says I'm supposed to do something, feel a certain way, say a certain thing.

Why, here is a pencil... or perhaps I prefer improv.

2 comments:

Redblur63 said...

So many questions to ask here...hard to know where to start... perhaps with WTF?

Anonymous said...

Because the third act is always the hardest...