I just wrote a script, or at least the first draft. There have been some
images that have been playing around in my head since sometime Friday,
and I've been trying to thread them together. I couldn't do it the way I
was trying to-- it was like I was forcing it to come out in a way that
it didn't want to.
So I cut it back to what I had and kind of glued it together. Just the
pieces that I was already seeing in my head.
This is the most brutal, horrific thing I've ever written. It's totally
not where I was going originally. It's not supernatural like I wanted to
play with, it's purely psychological. And I can't believe this came out
of my head.
I'm actually shaking right now. I had to go to a place that I've never
gone before to do this, and it was unbelievably brutal and violent and
dark and twisted. I don't smoke and I want a cigarette.
I'm sending this to my friend who I was thinking of for the lead. I told
her to be expecting something that was dark and violent and brutal, and
she's excited about it. This might be too far gone, I don't know. I'll
see what she thinks.
There is a part in it that was originally a minor role that's now become
quite major. It's a difficult role to play, for many reasons including
I don't know if I can make this.
No, that's not right. I know I can make this. I don't know if I
I just can't believe I could go there in my own head.