Uh-Oh

Yesterday, on the plane to Chicago to visit my daughter before taking off for the whole summer to shoot the movie, I read the script for the first time since I finished it a couple of months ago. It's a good thing I wasn't sitting in an exit row because I would have opened the door and thrown myself out and who knows many people would have been sucked out along with me. The first act in particular really really sucks. Slow. Expository. Endless. Now I'm sitting in a big empty high-ceilinged classroom with arched gothic windows at the University of Chicago rolling up my sleeves, tearing it apart and hoping I can write something worth putting on film. Or, more important, worth watching on film.

Lord be with me.