Today we have a snow day at school - the first all school year. I want to work on my screenplay all day and watch a DVD in the evening. I'm having trouble working on the screenplay. I'm seized up with self-doubt right now. Can I do this project? What makes me think I'm a writer? Mr. B. emailed me back to say he can't mentor this semester after all. Some people I was really counting on can't help. A Mr. E. in the area told me last Thursday that he could help out with equipment and such, and I emailed him on Friday. I haven't heard back from him yet. Other students are working on their own movie stuff here on campus as well, dividing resources.
Right now this project rests on my initiative alone. What makes me think I can do it?
This morning I looked out at the snowy fields behind Founders Hall. After a second, I pushed through the doors of the dining hall and struck out across the white powder. Someone's footsteps led out into the soccer field; I followed them all around the field's perimeter. A deer's tracks ran across the human ones. I stopped and made a snow angel. Then I came back in.
I have hot chocolate. It is warm in my hands. I think I can write now.