Irina becomes Milena
(Three I names in one play is two too many. I can't rename Ivan or Ingenuity, so I have to rename Irina.)
The Broker becomes Mister Papers
(Still haven't decided which Russian myth he is, just that he is one.)
Doktor Kosmos is Doktor Kosmos
(Who cares if a Swedish pop band beat me to it?)
I started drafting last night. The beginning is coming sort of slow, but I want to take my time and make sure I get my premise set up right because the rest of the show has to stand on this rather rickety concept. It's going well so far, there's just this temptation to write everything sounding like a translated Russian drama that I need to fight off or else... ugh. The results won't be pretty.
Anyway, today I'm going to march myself down to the gym for about an hour. I've only been once in the last three weeks out of a combination of illness and sheer not wanting to move, so I really need to get myself down there. Still not feeling up to hardcore spinning, because I'm still coughing, but the stationary bike sounds like a good deal, man.
And then when I get back: Shower, lunch, MOAR WRITING!
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