Free floating anxiety and a tremulous feeling in the legs or chest possibly a tight forehead. Only some of the symptoms of this stage in the process. Finality is chilling. It’s like a death rehearsal. My eye wanders during lunch at a table in the studio to a page we were writing on yesterday—the word “worried” has been written with a box around it.
We are not good enough to show it but we show it anyway—hard to do—but also hard to know it if we don’t show it. We have to live with the pain.
