Saturday, September 02, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
Keep moving, nothing to see here. Just trying out my PDA to see if I can post directly from it when I'm at an internet cafe.
I effing hate writing at home. It's so cave-like, what with it being underground and all...and home to the mole people. Not much for conversation, but they keep the place tidy.
Sometimes the world opens up and you see yourself for what you truly are...not guilty of half of what you kick yourself about.
And it feels good, you know, to free yourself from the prison guards and inmates your mind conjures up, like your own personal Sing Sing. Like Captain Jack says, "There's what a man can do and what a man can't do." Just a matter of being realistic about both.
So my dear readership, both of you, it's time to rededicate myself to my poor neglected screenplay. I'm going to open up the box and see if I poked airholes big enough for it to breathe.
Here goes nothing...