locked

I locked myself up in what once was a barn somewhere in the Dutch country side. Outside it is pouring rain. Inside I work on the 2nd draft of my script of ‘The Silent City’ . The base of the script is good. I just have to shift some lines, cut out some characters, create one out of some others, be more specific in certain scenes. I’m fiddling with words, meanings and intentions. Normally I enjoy this process of rewriting and polishing, but this time I find it hard. Perhaps this is because I would love to start working on my new novel, for which I did research in India, but I don’t allow myself to start before this script is really rounded off.

My film ‘The Bird Can’t Fly’ is this month in the cinema in Lithuania.

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