Morning run...

Snow...

Yesterday it started to snow in Burbank as I was on the way to the theater. I was shocked and mildly pissed off because my windshield wipers are awful.

This too shall pass...

I think I almost lost myself for a long year or two. I'm ok with pushing forward, now. Cutting ties and going it alone.

Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance.

Seize the day...

move on.

Outline

Lately I've been treating this writing thing like a job. Sit down, shut up, write something. I've been writing and thinking for about 2 hours now and I cannot come up with an outline for a story I might like to write someday. One simple stupid fucking outline. My body is very calm but my mind is racing. I can't decide if I am a moron that can't piece together a couple of sentences today or if this is a permanent thing and I just need to rip the arteries that lead to my brain and to my heart, throw them on the floor, set them on fire, jump on them, and cut any tie that the two might have to each other. Obviously, this will create a bloodbath and I will die but I would rather die than sit in front of a blank page like an idiot and not come up with one simple fucking outline.

Good grief.

This is the most passion I've bothered to write in quite some time.