One hour Before Action!

Takin' a fat slug of coffee sitting at the local cleveland coffee shop.. was it gypsy bean? Rising star? Brewellas? Everything fell away, I had an hour until shooting started on our production set & here i was erasing, rewriting, reimagining the script.. I had to stop at this coffee shop quick after a drive.. Driving always puts me into that meditative state where inspiration strikes, seemingly like the timing chain in my motor. But a quick pit-stop. another draft forming. Was it the 5th draft? 6th draft? 7th? I'm attempting to memorize as i write.. putting myself in character. Who am i? What do i really want to say to this girl? Lovesick as i was, this script was quickly becoming my own closure. I've been putting my story into a microphone for so long my transparency has become second nature. The starting block of the script was an argument i had with a girl that went so far off the rails that i realized that she wasn't even mad at me, i was simply a stand-in proxy to yell at. Even tho i was much too aware that my feelings were much too real, i'm glad i became a cathartic punching bag for this woman, who apparently needed to release some pent-up frustrations. Regardless, i'm in the cafe now.. 7 months later.. attempting to recreate the confusing dramatic firestorm which changed the course of my life in the year 2019. I did what i could. I felt proud, but nervous. I've always wanted to make movies.. & now the camera's rolling! to be continued..