Mysterious Ways

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I think I finished the draft, and I think it all makes sense.

For those keeping count, this draft is draft SEVEN since I first began. The first draft contains everything, and, is like 200 pages long. Listen, I drove around for 9,000 miles. A lot of things happened.

That got boiled down to the 38 pages that I read in January.

Now I'm down to a lean, mean, 26.

Not that the page count is what's important. I cut out a lot of redundancy and things that I thought were super clever but are actually unnecessary.

And now, you know, it feels kind of good to edit. Because I feel like the more I cut away, the stronger the story is. Like, I can still write the expanded version -- I might just have to put it in a book, and not in this particular play.

Oh, man. Am I going to have to write a book?

Maybe I am. Maybe, I am.

Fuck.