re:Drafty

On Monday I had a meeting about the last play I wrote. Everyone seems positive, but we decided that an event must be moved to the middle of the play. Quite an important event. Which means I have to rewrite most of it and I'll lose lots and lots of my lines and scenes. That I love. Tonight I had to sit down with all my words and break it to them gently:

I'm proud of you guys, I want you to know that, I'm proud of you. You bring tears to my eyes, and each and everyone of you are precious to me. We had good times together, I loved writing every single one of you here. But guys, I'm not gonna lie to you now, some of you won't make it. Good people will die. Clauses, paragraphs, whole scenes may be lost, wiped out before their time has come. But you must be strong, you must continue. You will meet new people on this journey, new landscapes of opportunity will arise. Brother will choose against brother, the world will change, but you must always keep the end in sight. Out of the chaos will arise turmoil, until finally a new dawn shall come, and you will be stronger, leaner, performable. And that day shall be known as the Third Draft.