Two-Faced

This morning, I got up and went to a cafe. I was sipping on my second cup of coffee and editing the latest draft of my play by 9:15am.

This helps me feel productive and accomplished.

I take what I can get.

Anyway, I went through my play, making changes and adding dialogue and scenes. I thought I was making brilliant connections. I thought characters were opening up in front of me.

An hour later, I felt like I could leave the cafe and come back to the play later in the day.

When I finally got back to the play this afternoon, I read through some of my changes and, well, hated them. Not all of them, but just enough to make me feel a bit two-faced, or Dr.-Jekyll-and-Mr.-Hyde-ish. Something I thought was brilliant this morning seemed like crap at sunset.

This has happened before. I know this is a part of the process, but I look forward to the day that I read through my edits and think, "Good job, Charly. Nice work."