Yet another rehersal today, this one on the actual stage with lights and everything. While I'm still happy about the piece, I entered into a new emotional phase of this project.

Oh, my God, what will the audience think??? It's a TV show (fantasy, no less), done without cameras, sets and special effects. No makeup. No extras. No commercial breaks. No plethora of location. No closeups. Oh, my god, what will the audience think?

I've decided I'm certifiably insane. As most writers will attest (or bemoan), the creative urge comes hand-in-hand with wagonloads of self-doubt. My ego isn't the pinnacle of strength I'd like it to be, yet I pour my heart out on paper, then take that creation and present it to the world for public scrutiny and opinion. I give plenty of people the opportunity to hurl my scripts into the nearest mud puddle with a sneer, kick a little dirt on top, and perhaps a bit of spit as well.
I'll do it again and again and again. Hmm. Yep, that qualifies as insanity. Doing the same action over and over, expecting a different result each time.

Come to think of it, the same could be said about directors and actors. An industry chock-a-block full of people who balance their artistic abilities with the constant ego-battering that comes from putting your talent on display. Which means, then, that they're all crazy too.

Well, at least I'm in good company.