Follow Me! (The Golden Ridge Saga)

Chapter 8: The Final Draft

- IN IGGY'S PERSPECTIVE -

"Writer's Block..." I thought to myself. To be honest, I can't help it but think of Writer holding a huge chuck on grass with his bare hands... So I went ahead and rushed my way to the books that had been given to me by that old guy.

"Oh, this looks like an interesting read." I told myself as I scoured through the pages. It didn't take me long before I melted, my nose bleeding in exhaustion.

"Aueuueugh~ Dawhrn ich, i'm tcho tchired tcho reaadd."

RULE 1: TAKE A BREAK!

So I made my way outside, looking at the corridors for something... I remembered feeling my stomach grumbling as I walked by.

"Ugh, come on, not now! I gotta finish my screenplay!"

I walked into the vicinity of the conference room. Hearing noise, I knew I had to be all ears. The people can't seem to think of anything but a substandard plot. I touched the window with my bare face and heard them clearly.

"We can't just make Stev beat the Final Dragon, that'd be too predictable for the fans!"

"Well how about the Wither Storm?"

"We're not licensed to use that, Curacao."

"Then the fuck are we supposed to with this goddamn movie, then?"

He threw all the papers flying.

"Screw your plot points, negotiations have broken down!"

"You can't say that, we're already funded!"

"Oh shit, yeah, right. Well we gotta have to figure this out."

The situation's getting interesting; I JUST had to butt in.

"...Did your client even give you guys a framework to follow?" I asked them.

RULE 2: FOCUS ON SOMETHING ELSE!

"Well, for starters, no..." Their head with the bald head replied.

"Then why did you guys accept it?"

"We didn't accept it or anything, our parent company forced us to and left us all alone to figure this out."

"Oh."

From the window, I started screaming from the top of my lungs. I breathed in and said these words...

"SCREW YOUR PARENT COMPANY!"

And for some apparent reason, they followed suit. I laughed it out; I hope they don't get fired, though.

RULE 3: ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE!

So it goes, I made my way to the studio's cafeteria and saw a few hundred posters, all giving prompts of sorts.

"Create a haiku based on your lunchtime meal..." I read one of the posters.

"I had pickles for lunch today at 12 PM, and speaking of lunch, that was eight hours ago..."

"Wait, why the heck are the people from the conference still working?" I asked myself. "And in any case, why am I still writing beyond work hours?"

"Oh, right. Deadlines..."

RULE 4: DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF!

I remembered The Director walking up the stairs from the studio's basement.