It’s funny to watch yourself during a moment of absolute freedom; when I have a full day to write and be productive, and every time I research a word for a better synonym, or open my browser, instinctively (and immediately), I fall into a clickhole. I open Facebook, or YouTube, ever distancing myself from my main objective. It’s even worse when I actually need to examine one simple post from our content channels on Facebook, and rather than accomplishing that objective, I like post after post, scrolling down the infinite wall of personal expression.
Life is like a dirty hardwood floor. At first glance it appears clean, or at least “good enough.” But then you notice a speck or a smudge, so you get on your hands and knees and examine more closely at the corners to reveal the sea of junk that has accumulated.Read More »
When in the hell did we become so stupid? Us, the human species. Read More »
These days it’s mind-boggling how anyone is expected to find someone with whom to share their lives.
The past few days have been hard ones: I’ve been doubting my profession.
But first, let me walk this back a bit.
During my newest screenplay’s outline stage, while stuck at the midpoint, I’d experienced something immense, albeit nothing new.
I made my main character make a mistake (or perhaps she took this path herself).
On March 15th, I had started a draft of this blog entry. Days later, I couldn’t remember what it was about. Read More »
Man, procrastination is a bitch. Even now as I’m outlining my new screenplay, this blog is just that: pissing away precious moments.
But I’m trying to illustrate a point with this piss. See procrastination can be tamed; trained to become something bigger than the three minutes checking e-mail or the eight minute Youtube Top 10.