45 hours, 26 drafts

Countdown to the moment of truth on the stage of the Slotts Biografen.

I'm still re-working the script. Halfway through draft 27, as I keep seeing more to fix, add, tighten, clarify, elaborate, I stumble upon this bizarre comment, in an essay on Fanny and Alexander, Bergman's quadruple-Oscar-winner, set and shot in Uppsala:

True, there are many things that do not make sense in this film — both in the internal narrative and the external aspects of the tale — but this is not necessarily a bad thing.
-- Dan Schneider, Alternative Film Guide

I look at Draft 26 on my desk, heavily marked up with corrections, laden with notes to myself on post-its. I say to it with kindly condescension:

True, there are many things that do not make sense in you. But this is not necessarily a bad thing. It has been known to lead to four Oscars.

All my tension and tiredness melt, momentarily, into laughter.