Bingo draft zero is finished at last.
And two whole hours to go before the midnight deadline. Everyone involved in this challenge made it through with a finished script, and three new screenplays are birthed screaming and bloody into the world.
To be sure, mine doesn’t make much sense, it all goes a bit Scooby-Doo at the end, and I’m not sure that I’ll ever return to it because half way through it turned out that I was writing a kitchen sink play instead of the exciting heist movie that I thought was on the agenda, but that’s not the point.
The point is that it’s another finished draft, and these are always to be celebrated. Because each one makes you a better writer.
Now I just have to leave it for a month, come back, and see if there’s anything worth salvaging.
I’m going to lie down now.