Sir Knavely has taken over my keyboard.
You have to admit, his face looks intelligent.
He's a true screen presence.
You can just see through the screen to the thoughts that lurk beneath that majestic fur-covered brain:
"What has Steven written today? This sucks!"
Hey, demolish whatever feelings I have left.
At least we're up to 157 pages now.
Will this ever end? Not for awhile. I'm WAY overwriting on this.
Okay, so here's the plan:
I write until I reach the end of the treatment material that my co-writer's written so far. That should happen tomorrow evening.
Then I edit what I've written as cleanly as possible. That will take until Friday evening
And then I leave for San Diego on Saturday.