He’s nearly deaf as well.
He will never see the results of his son’s written work.
I am Irony.
More about my dad…
Visual acuity.
My dad’s going blind. Glaucoma. He used to read voraciously. Now he can’t even write his own name.
Talk about a loss of ownership.
Loser.
I am so glad to be moving back to L.A. I hate Central California and will never ever come back here again.
Not even for gas.
Writing prompt:
Here’s one for ya. Think about all the tools you feel you need to write with: your MacBook Pro, your iPod, your cell phone, your music. Then think about what you really need to write with.
Write.
On Inspiration…
As a writer who has traditionally worked on screenplays, I think it’s important to study other writers in the medium. Writing cannot exist in a vacuum. Although we tend to work independently and without a true support network, we need to derive our strength from inspiration. Of course, I’d like to think that Writers Asylum [...]
Who’s killing all the great critics of the world?
…or at least seriously maiming them… Gee, I miss Roger Ebert. I can’t stand his unequal cohort who’s whoring all the screen time.
Oh well.
Malaise… sounds like Mayonnaise.
One of these days I’ll get the spelling down pat.
I’m opening the door to a brand new world. I have the freedom to do it today.
Don’t you?
After the fall…
Back to work. Back to drudgery.
Can weekends be everyday?
I guess they wouldn’t be called weekends, right?
Astronauts…
Isn’t today the 38th anniversary of Apollo 11?
The Happy Camper.
It’s easy to make excuses as a writer, right? Oh, I don’t have the right laptop, this isn’t the cool coffee bar, the noise is too distracting, I don’t have the right background music, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!
What’s your excuse?
