Actual progress is a wonderful feeling. I added about four pages to the new script today. The best part is getting home from work and actually being anxious to get to the computer and start working on ideas that I've come up with during the day. For a long time I've had myself working on second, third and fourth drafts of scripts and that sort of writing is a bit of a grind. It can be greatly satisfying to work out problems and smooth out awkward areas but it lacks the feeling of joy that comes with writing something entirely new. Each new idea fills in the world I'm creating, which helps direct the main character, which helps build that character. It all feeds on itself to create even more new stuff. Basically I'm enjoying myself.
I'm writing a lot about bureacracy right now. For inspiration I look to my members of my family who have served in government offices. They have provided me plenty of gruesome tales of bureacratic thinking at its worst. But then to make it entertaining, I've been watching a bit of Monty Python for taking the absurd to ridiculous heights. I'm not trying to ape Python at all. It's more like taking lessons from a master in the art of absurdity.