one classy broad
I Wanna Be Made...
Whine, whine, whine. My brain is in overdrive. I'm trying to come up with 10 pages of my writing that I want to send this school, and I'm dying because I can't for the life of me screw on my head. I keep second-guessing myself and more or less driving me insane. I've retreated into myself at work and just daydream all day almost to the point where I'm not paying enough attention...or any attention for that matter (I to apologize to all of you whose burglar alarms have been attended to a little later than usual). I have no idea if I have what it takes to make it as a writer in any field, let alone as a screenwriter. Bah. Anyone want to volunteer to help me figure it out? I keep rereading my stuff and falling apart. Is it good enough? Do I get to the story fast enough? Do I hook people in? Which only leads to bigger questions. Do I have what it takes to make work for myself? If that's what I have to do for the rest of my life? Do I have what it takes to be a failure? Do I have enough integrity not to settle for less than however this question's supposed to end?

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just be made into whatever we wanted without all the trouble of self-motivation and follow-through?