I took that scene with the Ukranian refugee, and I am transposing it into a script. Fun. Very. There’s a lot of nonverbal communication so there’s longer descriptive paragraphs in the beginning. I’ll continue building tension. That seems pretty standard. Again, tight heart, this is emotional for me, just — the TIME it took for me to get here, and I don’t have a job, you know? That stupid shit. Who cares? I can’t help that. I always get sad, tense, on Wednesday, because I have to go into my work week tomorrow, and I hate this aspect of my life, and I haven’t been able to find just a better job yet. I usually find my zen.
I’m going out to dinner later to meet new friends. There’s an app that sets you up with five or six strangers, so I’m going to do that this evening. I have to get ready, actually. I just want a real birthday next years with a lot of friends. So that’s a goal of mine. I don’t know, right now, I just don’t know. I don’t know what to do job wise. I’m not exactly well qualified, and all this is going to take time. I’m nowhere near completing a book. I have to just keep reading, simply, and thinking about the next decisive step… I’ll keep working on my short story… it’s just, I wish I had a job I enjoyed. A real job. So. I’ll keep problem solving. I’m just frustrated, right now.
It was nice to finally rip off this bandaid though. Just try a script. So I’ll move into my short series next, as I’d like to just produce something, quick, easy. So I’m going to try these monologues, the 1800 I’m Psychic, and I’ll see if anyone at Columbia might just give me a couple of pointers. Anything they’re learning. I’m sure. THIS, the Year I was Invaded by the Russians, is a good script, or it could be, I think. It’s more like figuring out one story. I’ll keep watching movies. I don’t know what this would be like. I’ll think about that too — with a smile, “this is the year I was invaded by the Russians…” Putin would watch this.
In any case, it will be alright, I’ll find something, it’s not that, it’s just…I didn’t have to be here. And the WEEE HOOO manifestation crap, just…but the god of film, (haha), is with me, I believe that. The goddess too. There are usually two. They typically have children who watch over the individual genres, the technicians, you know, film, literally, the film, or the cameras… precious metals… whatever is required… and I believe this family of Gods is watching down on me… helping me along… unbothered by someone… going THROUGH IT, you know, as that’s what DRAMA IS… blah blah blah.
I’m off. If you want to be afraid, very afraid, just look at my mother’s picture below. It really just sums it up. Can’t believe her? Well, just look at her. That’s a woman who would wrap her 4 year old daughter in a sex scandal.