It's funny how things turn out. I know I say that a lot, but as time goes on, the more and more I think about just how strange it all is. Just as I was ready to shelve my script, I hear a little voice in my head that says "well you spent the time and money to print the damn thing, you may as well read it."
So I do. I sit down, I put on My Bloody Valentine (the band, not the 3D horror film) and I start reading. And it all comes back. I relive the drama, the burgeoning love, the heartache...and in a heartbeat, it hits me like a breaking wave. I remember why I wrote the script, why I created these characters. I wanted to feel life through their eyes, to see things as they saw. I lost that for a while, and I felt the loss as surely as if I had lost my own sight. But things change, and I found my muse.
Go out and find yours.
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