Write the first sentence.
Re-write the first sentence.
Just write the fucking thing and promise to come back to it.
Rewrite the first sentence.
What’s my idea? Is this my idea?
Aargh – I’ve taken too long to describe the plot.
OK, this is good. Nice phrase, I’m glad I got that in there. I think I might be on a roll and perhaps this won’t be too bad and maybe in fact it will be one of the best things I’ve written in 250 words and really capture what I thought and felt about that production in all the ways I want it to.
Um… How does that fit? Shit.
I think I need a cup of tea.
(And maybe I’ll go to the loo.)
I wonder if any other reviews have been published yet? I thought I saw XX. He wasn’t smiling. But then he never smiles.
Do I laugh too loudly?
Bugger. I haven’t replaced the toilet roll.
Right… Desk. (Should my monitor be higher? I must stop hunching over my laptop.)
Where was I? CHARACTERS!
(That guy was actually quite hot….
But that was a beautiful performance, just fucking great. It makes me a bit teary just thinking about it. So why do the words keep sliding away from me?
Where’s my tea? Oh….
Forgot to make it.
Desk. Ready. Now write.
What time is it? Shit. I’ve only got ten minutes before I have to file.
Type type type type type type type type type type.
There. I think it’s done.
Is that OK? Have I done it justice? I don’t know. I hope so. It was so moving/shocking/challenging/beautiful. I hope I’ve got it ‘right’.Oh, come on, Tom. ‘Right’?
I *think* it captures how I felt. But could it be better?
Just email the bloody thing, Tom.
AND DID I SPELL THAT NAME RIGHT??
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