Again with the Writing

So I've been at this writing thing for like two hours now and I've written about two pages of material. I'm concerned that this story isn't lending itself to a short-feature format. I don't know if I can tell my story in twenty pages. I feel like I'm forced to rely on a structure I don't like to satisfy my immediate needs - this class may not be suitable for my present film concept. If that's the case, then my brain needs to work doubletime to try to come up with a new story.

It doesn't help that I feel a subtle calling in the back of my mind: "Play Halo." It's like my mind is against me doing anything truly productive tonight. I'm tempted to go downstairs to the lounge - there are three rooms in this freaking apartment, but none of them have so far proven conducive to writing.

I have to do something to get myself back on track.