I’m 7 pages into my 10-pager, and I’ve fallen into every trap I promised myself I would avoid: I’m angsty, I’m not making jokes, I’m writing about things I haven’t researched fully, and I don’t know how I’m going to end it in the next 3 to 8 pages. Dialogue is really not my forte.
I’m so grateful that I get the chance to practice writing a dialogue-driven play, I just wish I had any idea what in God’s name I’m doing.
It’s about schizoid delusion. I’m not very happy with it at all.