Somebody's got a case of the Mondays... on Sunday.
Thinking about going to work tomorrow has got me thinking about finding happiness in a career. If I ever get to the point where I can get paid to do something that makes me feel unique, I'll be happy. I just wrote a second draft for my review of Neil Marshall's Dog Soldiers (review coming soon to a Classic Horror website near you!) and it just flowed so eagerly onto the computer that I'm ecstatic. I've been having writer's block with these reviews lately and truth be told, a lot of what I've been writing lately I haven't been particularly proud of, but I also haven't been able to write something better. I'm not going to say that what I just wrote is the best piece of cinema evaluation I've ever written, but it was definitely the one that felt the most complete to me. I've struggled with my desire to become a film critic because I never felt what what I wrote could not be duplicated by others. After all, everyone sees movies. But when I write something like I did tonight, something so complete and mostly articulate, I feel a bit more unique.