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So I've decided I want to start eating fish, because it's healthy and protein-y and whatnot. Made the mistake of getting a packet-o-salmon (like canned salmon, but a baggy). Most of it is living in the dumpster outside the building right now. Mike made fun of me for a good twenty minutes. He equated it to eating beef jerky when you want to have steak.
Because I've been the least productive writer ever this summer, I'm writing a terrible screenplay to make up for my illiteracy. Twenty pages in, and it makes no sense. No plot descriptions beyond that until I get a draft done. On the plus side, it's pretty easy to chug through, since I have no effing clue what I'm doing and my major goal is to get it good enough to sell but not good enough to actually be seriously considered for production. Thoughts of the massive amounts of revision I'll have to do scares me shitless. Oh well.
Note to Sarah: Tell Gordon I love the Gilmore Girls like woah.
Because I've been the least productive writer ever this summer, I'm writing a terrible screenplay to make up for my illiteracy. Twenty pages in, and it makes no sense. No plot descriptions beyond that until I get a draft done. On the plus side, it's pretty easy to chug through, since I have no effing clue what I'm doing and my major goal is to get it good enough to sell but not good enough to actually be seriously considered for production. Thoughts of the massive amounts of revision I'll have to do scares me shitless. Oh well.
Note to Sarah: Tell Gordon I love the Gilmore Girls like woah.