*EEK*!!

Tomorrow night I have invited about 12 people to join me at my local cafe, Cafe Trafiq, for a private read of my first official draft of “Dusty Shoes”. Really, though, it’s probably about the gazillionth draft already, but they don’t need to know that. Shhhh….

I’ve been going through the script looking for words, sentences that don’t really add to the story, and playing with the French/English dance so that it’s all understood, but not always just translating.

It’s a very interesting place to be. What a stupid sentence. Doesn’t express anything.

Okay, I’m sort of scared S%$#tless but also very excited. I have no idea how the piece is going to come across. I’ve read it to my partner and he has reacted mostly favorably. But, who knows? Continue reading Editing for first read…. →