That first draft of my half-hour spec pilot?
Like, hot, sweaty, steaming, fresh-from-the-oven done.
I did the heavy lifting yesterday, pulled 28 frickin' pages out of my sick, sorry butt... got a great vomit draft on the table and spent most of today making it all make sense.
Luckily that was possible because I got some fantastic overnight notes from some good friends -- folks, never, ever take for granted the boon offered to you by people who're willing to read your stuff on the fly and shoot you back notes overnight.
So, to Steph, Rich and Dave: Thank You!
The official first draft is bad-freaking-ass and I couldn't have done it without ya.
(Believe me, I'm pretty sure my brain had calcified by the time I send that sucker out.)
Today, taking all the threads and re-weaving them and making them... better -- that turned out to be an utter joy. It wasn't easy, but I could feel the progress being made.
Like a vine sprouting from that rough mess on the page and slowly forming into He-Man riding Battlecat into the warzone.
Or something like that.
Anyways, I'd just like to hang a lantern on a couple points I've picked up from this whole experience:
1) I can pull a decent 28 pages out of my butt in a day if I have to. (from outline... otherwise, well, that'd just be scary)
2) I have some wicked, wicked friends.
Now I get to start on the second draft of my show bible.