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It's one of those things that is always on my mind:
The best things happened to me between the age of one and four.
One of them was hearing this song.
Everything since then is in a permanent state of comparison ( Read more... ) -
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Somewhere, something important is on the verge of being written ( Read more... ) -
"I'm the same as I was when I was six years old"
Is anyone still reading this?
I only remembered it because I stumbled across some old, bad but good music that theplanetshea sent me a long long time ago.
I think had completely missed the point. I think there's no way I could have related to this music back then ( Read more... ) -
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Is there anything at all that I had not said before ( Read more... ) -
Writing Therapy, Day 11
It's Day 12 actually, but I don't remember writing anything on Sunday. I was so exhausted after work, that I think I went straight to bed after dinner... The good part is that I did not feel guilty for skipping one day and did not let the guilt ruin the whole thing. I just went on on the next day ( Read more... ) -
The Therapy
While I was walking the dog to the parc this morning (well, I say "walking" when in fact I was pitylessly dragged in unpredictible directions at a running speed), I kept thinking about yesterday. Last night I fell asleep thinking about it all, at 3 a.m. and woke up six hours later with the same thoughts ( Read more... ) -
Result!
I just got an e-mail from a friend whose script I read and corrected a few months ago ( Read more... ) -
Letter to Future Self, An Accomplished Screenwriter : The Day It All Got Better
Sometimes in a conversation people trivially refer to my being a screenwriter, and I usually scoff, try not to roll my eyes, and start feeling shitty because I feel like a liar and a cheat. You know why? Because writers write. I don't, that's for sure. I'm not even trying. All my effort is spent on me trying to pretend I don't know how to do ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes (and it happens more and more often), I don't know what to do with all the things that I think about. My mind is filled with memories, ideas, aphorisms, metaphors, images, melodies, dialogues, and I don't have the time to organise it all in a way that would make it possible to transcribe in some way. It bugs me sometimes. I don't even ( Read more... )
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