A Game of Inches

"Gray skies hang across this November morning."

It's the first description in the script I've been hammering on. Sometimes the gray skies hang heavy. Sometimes gray heavens hang low across the morning.

Madness.

I make incremental progress. And I think I've made some more significant strides in the past few days... but in relative terms. I'm finally starting to feel that the opening pages *look* right. It's overly perfectionist bullshit but I just feel that this draft HAS to be perfect. As close to perfect as I can get it. Which means that the first 20-25 pages have to flow just right.

Blogger just updated its post editor. Let's see how this works.