Yeah. I've been writing a lot. Mostly disjointed scenes and dialogue I'll never use. Write a shit-ton, then whittle it down. I'm pitifully unorganized. That's what's dragging this pig out. Because I don't trust myself to remember what I'd scribbled down. And I don't have the self-confidence to come up with another line. So I thumb through my notebooks in frustration until I find what I'm looking for. I'm a pain in my own ass.
And all those other projects on the back burner look so fun and appealing while I'm ass-deep in this shit. Anyway. How's your Georgia story coming along? You have any other ideas? Short stories? Movies? Porno? Hmm. Maybe I could write those...
And all those other projects on the back burner look so fun and appealing while I'm ass-deep in this shit. Anyway. How's your Georgia story coming along? You have any other ideas? Short stories? Movies? Porno? Hmm. Maybe I could write those...
I gotta get back to so-called work. byebye