The movie wasn't terribly encouraging, but it was nice to know there were other people in the world who had the passion of creating stories out of an idea and a lot of imagination.
After she finished the schedule, she would take everything down to the UPS store to make the copies for the read-through tonight.
It took another read through the script before she felt it "done enough." There were still stories she'd like to expand. Scenes she'd rewritten that she wasn't sure of. But it was time to move on and she spent the next few hours working out the schedule. Then went to print the master copy of her creation from the computer.
And of course, when computers came in, the troubles did too. The ink was low. The other ink was low. She had a mad dash to wal-mart for ink where she waited in line for a self-checkout. Then back home where she printed the script, checking facebook for messages to see if she had the last few actors in place. Then she had to call Papa John who didn't know he had a part written in and Keith whom she'd pushed to the backburner while waiting to hear which men she had to do what.
The computer began pulling multiple papers. But finally the script lay waiting, the phone calls were made. And she had an hour to get to UPS store and run off thirty copies. Then get to rehearsal and afterward she was traveling with Justin to the church to go over a program there for Sunday morning.
Her first time in front of her new church.
She really should hurry and finish memorizing the poem.
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