God, I smoke a lot when I’m writing. I mean, a LOT. half a pack over hte past hour and a half.

But on the other hand, I just knocked out a ten page short script that’s been in my head for months now in that time. And I think it came out really well. Anyone that wants to be a reader, let me know. Drop me an email and I’ll send you a copy, if you promise to be critical but constructively so (which is to say, if you find a problem, offer me a solution).

And on that note, I’m fucking drained. The other joy of writing.

Although I’ll openly admit that that might be entirely related to smoking so much in such a short period. Or the utter lack of sleep I’ve had this week, in spite of making holes in my schedule specifically to catch up.

Le fucking sigh.

“One out of a Million,” coming soon to script competitions everywhere.