After finishing up our revisions for the second script of Garage Logic this evening, Mr. Rainwater presented an interesting opportunity to me. It seems his friend's girlfriend is the daughter of an acting troupe's leader and the man in charge is requesting that plays of the 'new' and 'avant-garde' variety be written for his outfit, specifically by his daughter's friends, which by round-about proxy includes me. The opportunity is terrifying, because it means I'm going to have to work my ass off for once on something that MATTERS (which not a thing in school aside from that Lovecraft paper has) and.... well, the idea of writing out an entire play makes me question whether or not I can actually do something like that. It's not a matter of time so much as a matter of will and self-confidence. But fuck, I should take it; the only thing it will interfere with is my playing Twilight Princess, and I'm not even that interested.
Not wanting to be overwhelmed by these feelings, I sprung into action mode and wrote up a brief outline of the characters and situations as well as themes I want to tackle, primarily the concepts of nihilism and hermitude. The setting? Antarctica and.... well, it sounds better in full detail, just trust me on that. God, god god god god god god this makes me nervous. I mean.... what if I just don't have it in me? What if I suck so much as to be offensively bad? Or what if it's just mediocre? Ugh. I'm gonna stick with it, though, gonna at least finish a rough script sometime soon. Oh god.
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