I finally turned in the second draft of the live-action feature rewrite. Adrenaline’s pumping. If my brain is in the stove, it’s now close to well-done. Tomorrow, I’ll spend the day doing a third draft on the second short script project.
I can’t remember a day that I’m not tired since I go down this creative path.
In what feels like a parallel universe, I remember the lonely chilly nights I dragged my body back home at two o’clock in the morning when I used to work for the paycheck, the title… In that universe, I was not only exhausted, I was burned out.
We all get tired at the end of a work day. Doesn’t it feel so much better knowing we are doing the work we’re proud of?