Let’s cut the crap: Act Two is where most scripts go to die.
You’ve got a strong opening. Maybe even a gut-punch of a third act in your head. But somewhere in the middle, it all… sags. Scenes start to drift. Conflict feels thin. You stall out, stare at your outline, and wonder if screenwriting is actually just a form of self-harm.

Writing a screenplay is not cute. It’s a war.
And you’re gonna lose some fingers in the beginning. But I made it through—and I want to pass on the real stuff. Not the YouTube-tutorial crap. The actual, brutal, in-the-trenches truth that helped me level up.