Wrote for about 7 hours today.
Finished 11.5 pages of sheer craziness.
Another man dead… this time sacrificed to the beasties by someone else.
A building destroyed in a massive explosion.
Two survivors with a gun in each hand run a gauntlet of creatures.
The lead beastie confronted.
And escape for our heroes.
Plus, we save the last dog.
Fuckin’ A.
We reached the end of our story. 92 pages.
It’s not quite done… there’s one scene we purposefully skipped early on around page 30 that we need to go back and fill in. Just one page, if that.
And a few loose ends… in our fervor to muscle through the action sequences, we neglected to clarify where the dog was from moment to moment. He deserves some lovin’, so we need to sprinkle in a couple references to him.
And somewhere along the way the old lady suddenly was no longer carrying her spray bottle full of bear piss. We have to decide whether she just loses it somewhere, put it in where it’s missing, or just remove it from the story all together. I like giving a character a spray bottle full of bear piss, so I’m hoping we find a way to keep it.
But all in all, it’s DONE (with an asterisk)!
Pages: 92.33
Hours (chip): 89.5
Hours (sean): He says he’s around 85.
Congratulations! The rewrites are fun, but nothing compared to typing Fade Out on any script.
Mmmm… that First Draft feeling. Truly one of the best sensations there is — sans the aid of narcotics. Enjoy. It’s time to celebrate!