Ending with a trip to the dentist, tomorrow, for a cleaning. And a trip to Chicago on Monday. And a drive to New Jersey the following Monday. And then Hong Kong...and me without a brain, right now.
But none of that matters as much as what's happened the last couple days. Working on A65. I don't want it to be a script. I detest having to cut to keep the flow of the movie going. Resent it. I think it's already become a book in my head, and I'm unwilling to do the adaptation into a screenplay. If that makes any sense.
Hell, does anything I write make sense?
But none of that matters as much as what's happened the last couple days. Working on A65. I don't want it to be a script. I detest having to cut to keep the flow of the movie going. Resent it. I think it's already become a book in my head, and I'm unwilling to do the adaptation into a screenplay. If that makes any sense.
Hell, does anything I write make sense?
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