I can’t believe it’s already Friday.
I’ve had fingers to keyboard for the majority of the week so time really flew by. I had to do a quick polish on one script while starting a rewrite on another. I actually like it when I’m working on two projects at once. When I lose steam on one, I can just switch to the other and then back again, etc., etc… Just so long as I maintain forward momentum. Downtime is like a disease; if left untreated, it becomes increasingly dangerous, requiring more aggressive therapies.
I’m hoping 2006 may actually be the first year when I make more money writing than from the day job. Not that it’s all about money. But it would be a nice bit o’ validation; earning my keep on my own terms.
…On the other hand, 2006 could also be the year when I finally snap, proclaiming my allegiance to Zorkon as I embark on a cross-country Poodle mutilation spree.
Either way, 2006 should be interesting.
I really need to get out and see a movie this weekend. I want to see The New World, but PERHAPSEVIL is voting for Brokeback Mountain…
Forget the fact that – that movie has given credence to Cartman’s theory on independent films (one question: is there any pudding eating?), but… I’m sorry. I grew up in Nebraska and the premise just doesn’t… “ring true.” I’m not saying that there are no gay cowboys. Quite the opposite, in fact. But they’re a very repressed bunch, and rather than acting on their sweaty man-lust, they instead buy lots of those fringy Roy Rogers shirts and form a special bond with their horse.
But I think our varying choice in movies is very illustrative: I’ve often said that P.E. is a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body, whereas I have a deep longing to travel to a faraway land and take an underage savage as my concubine.
We all have our quirks.
I’ve had fingers to keyboard for the majority of the week so time really flew by. I had to do a quick polish on one script while starting a rewrite on another. I actually like it when I’m working on two projects at once. When I lose steam on one, I can just switch to the other and then back again, etc., etc… Just so long as I maintain forward momentum. Downtime is like a disease; if left untreated, it becomes increasingly dangerous, requiring more aggressive therapies.
I’m hoping 2006 may actually be the first year when I make more money writing than from the day job. Not that it’s all about money. But it would be a nice bit o’ validation; earning my keep on my own terms.
…On the other hand, 2006 could also be the year when I finally snap, proclaiming my allegiance to Zorkon as I embark on a cross-country Poodle mutilation spree.
Either way, 2006 should be interesting.
I really need to get out and see a movie this weekend. I want to see The New World, but PERHAPSEVIL is voting for Brokeback Mountain…
Forget the fact that – that movie has given credence to Cartman’s theory on independent films (one question: is there any pudding eating?), but… I’m sorry. I grew up in Nebraska and the premise just doesn’t… “ring true.” I’m not saying that there are no gay cowboys. Quite the opposite, in fact. But they’re a very repressed bunch, and rather than acting on their sweaty man-lust, they instead buy lots of those fringy Roy Rogers shirts and form a special bond with their horse.
But I think our varying choice in movies is very illustrative: I’ve often said that P.E. is a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body, whereas I have a deep longing to travel to a faraway land and take an underage savage as my concubine.
We all have our quirks.
Good luck wit it. Cheers.
~cheers