I have decided that being a screenwriter is the same as being a lab rat. You get inside a story/maze and run around bashing your furry little head into one wall after another. Every once in a while you find an opening and charge forward. Then you hit another wall. And then you have to go back and find another path.
Why do we keep going?
Because we can smell the cheese.
I am not done with my rewrite. And my furry little head hurts.