Fade Out. It's over, and I did it. I finished my screenplay. It's good too. I mean, it won't be great until a few months from now when all my meticulous editing can overpower the loose ends creative energy often leaves behind, and after realizing this isn't working, I send it off for some professional help. But I did it. I can now turn my attention back to the relentless pursuit of a literary agent. Yes, the considerably less rewarding task of generating form letters from uninterested agents will once again enter into my life and the happy sleep of creativity and satisfaction will leave through the same door. Had I any idea of my hard work eventually paying off perhaps I would be more eager to continue, but as it is I've been dreading it. Regardless, it is time to press on. I've updated the website, and collected yet more names and addresses of literary agents so that I may subject them to the suggestion that my book is for them, to which they will laugh heartily. Time to restock the freezer with various items of a chocolate base.
