Even God took the seventh day off, but there is no rest for the artist. Until I can afford the luxury of being lazy I have no choice, but to produce, produce, produce, produce. This freight train of creativity ain't slowing down until somebody listens up and grabs what I'm throwing at them and makes me slow down.
I will invade as many avenues of creativity as possible. For being the end of my first month in this new experiment of unrelenting productivity I must say it is really going to start getting interesting. My next major objective is to get this screen play revised for the ka-gillionth time.
It's title is no longer Pack Rats... (title pending) I must first read this 400 page book about the essence of story. Then I will strike might and hard with the red pen. I have a feeling the movie laying under the surface of this script is far better than I had originally planned. As I absorb this book by means of Osmosis I will indefinitely arise like the phoenix from the ashes of suckiness to the heights of awesomeness. or at least I hope...
Sorry about that, I have been editing my poetry book these last couple of days.
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