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You're terrified. You are simply afraid of letting anyone get too close. You don't want me to be friends with your friends, because that's too close. You probably don't want me involved in this film. You're afraid of someone getting close, because you might get hurt. But you fucked up; you fuck up all the time. You tell me things, little details, every now and then. Sometimes you let me in. Do you realize when you do it? Is that why we usually slip back into talking about nothing for several weeks? If you knew how well I understood you, you'd hate it. But how could I not understand you? I am you. We're the same, you and I. Both shit scared about getting hurt. Difference is I know you won't hurt me, and you can't believe that I won't. Maybe because you already know I'm leaving. End of this semester, I'm gone. (Well, end of summer, really.) Maybe because I already left once. You think I'll hurt you. I won't. Promise.
In other news.... I found my textbooks online for $270 less than at school. That makes me very happy. I also bought notebooks yesterday, and pens, and a journal to be turned into a planner. I went really old school and bought the six-pack of Stapled notebooks for $3.
I need to start writing again. My screenplay is languishing. I don't have my computer, though. I can't really edit much, because I can't work with the script. I can just scribble on the original copy, and take notes. I really should work on planning. Storyboard the plot. Really figure out what's happening. I'd like to get a new draft done in the next 11 days. If I really set my mind to it, it shouldn't be hard. Then I want my old screenwriting teacher to read it and offer advice. I've got one semester to perfect the script and scout locations and do casting. Then I'll film this summer. I need to talk to Schwartz, or somebody, because I'd like to try to screen the film at the Colleg. It should be viable. The Black Box Theatre, I think, has projection stuff. Set up a screen, play the film, charge $5. Sell food outside. Be awesome. It'll work. My first feature film can be a tiny local success...as long as I get it written.
I need to make a writing schedule. Plan out time everyday to sit down and do something related to the script. Anything. Even if it's just watching another hitman movie. Anything that can feed my ideas. Preferably actually having ideas and writing would be the best, but it's not always possible.
Gee...instead of sitting on my ass here, why don't I write?
In other news.... I found my textbooks online for $270 less than at school. That makes me very happy. I also bought notebooks yesterday, and pens, and a journal to be turned into a planner. I went really old school and bought the six-pack of Stapled notebooks for $3.
I need to start writing again. My screenplay is languishing. I don't have my computer, though. I can't really edit much, because I can't work with the script. I can just scribble on the original copy, and take notes. I really should work on planning. Storyboard the plot. Really figure out what's happening. I'd like to get a new draft done in the next 11 days. If I really set my mind to it, it shouldn't be hard. Then I want my old screenwriting teacher to read it and offer advice. I've got one semester to perfect the script and scout locations and do casting. Then I'll film this summer. I need to talk to Schwartz, or somebody, because I'd like to try to screen the film at the Colleg. It should be viable. The Black Box Theatre, I think, has projection stuff. Set up a screen, play the film, charge $5. Sell food outside. Be awesome. It'll work. My first feature film can be a tiny local success...as long as I get it written.
I need to make a writing schedule. Plan out time everyday to sit down and do something related to the script. Anything. Even if it's just watching another hitman movie. Anything that can feed my ideas. Preferably actually having ideas and writing would be the best, but it's not always possible.
Gee...instead of sitting on my ass here, why don't I write?