Writing is hard.

Writing is hard.

I am trying so hard to finish my play right now. I have a lot of scenes written and I know what I want to write, the plot, where the characters end up, but I have no idea where to start. I tend to write tangents and then have to go back and edit them down.

Frustrating!

Its weird because this play is about me. Its about things that happened either to me or close friends. I know what happened, I was there. But do you think I can write about it? Nope! My dialogue sounds like this:

Man 1: Hello.
Man 2: Oh, hey. What's up?
Man 1: Not too much.
Man 2: Hey remember that time...(insert exposition).
Man 1: As a matter of fact, I do remember that. Funny! Bye!!

Great scene.

Anyway, hopefully this thing writes itself after I drink a bottle of wine. Maybe there will be a reading soon. Who knows.

It is true what they say though, turning pain into literature is such a super way of getting over it. Some of the crap I've been through is hilarious when looked at from another perspective. I couldn't write some of this stuff, too unreal and if it hadn't happened to be, I would call it bullshit.