The real events of the day transpired after I got home, I had three opportunities to go hang out with people and didn't pursue any of them. I wanted to have a quiet night working at my desk. Instead I had yet another very frustrating experience writing my screenplay and here is where the challenge of getting happy really kicked off. The script is way, way too long for how far along I am and I had to just keep taking dead breaths and telling myself it was all a process. It was especially annoying because earlier in the day my friend asked me if I was almost done and for the first time I confidently said yes. Now this....
Anyway here's the bits I did complete.
Random acts of kindness: One of our dearest family friends lost her husband a while back. He was one of the most fun guys you'll ever meet and his motto was apparently "sometimes you have to roll the dice". After he passed away, she 'd given me a pair of metal dice to remind me to always roll the dice. For her birthday I came across the Buckowski poem "Roll The Dice" and posted it on her wall. The narrator is a little creepy but its a beautiful poem.
Memories from yesterday: 1) I already mentioned that yesterday I actually got to film portions of the movie. It's great because even if you're not behind a camera often if you're an avid film watcher you're instincts kick in as soon as you're behind a camera. 2) When I was home that night I continued to work, on my script. It was pretty shitty, but I remember what's always the process, I churn out piles and piles of shit and then somewhere in there there's a decent bit. 3) I went out for drinks with my sister and her friends, I drank all my favorite beers and actually some good talks about politics....and drugs.
Anyway here's the bits I did complete.
Memories from yesterday: 1) I already mentioned that yesterday I actually got to film portions of the movie. It's great because even if you're not behind a camera often if you're an avid film watcher you're instincts kick in as soon as you're behind a camera. 2) When I was home that night I continued to work, on my script. It was pretty shitty, but I remember what's always the process, I churn out piles and piles of shit and then somewhere in there there's a decent bit. 3) I went out for drinks with my sister and her friends, I drank all my favorite beers and actually some good talks about politics....and drugs.
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