Writing again…

I finally started a new script. “What about the other two,” you may ask (who am I fooling? Maybe two people know about my two scripts—just play along.) Well, I say, screw the other two scripts. I’m not in the editing mind set. Someone gave me a really simple solution, “Why not write a new one.” My mind was blown with its simplicity.

I’d wanted to work on a new script for a while but felt like I was abandoning my others. It feels good to work on something new.

I went to the mall to buy a new notebook. While I was there I tried on a bunch of clothes and came this (I’m holding my index finger and thumb 1/16’’ apart) close to buying them. I’ve learned my lesson--purchasing items will not permanently enhance my happiness (i.e. my iPod). So, even though I looked effing sexy, I put the clothes back, walked out and found CVS.

I picked out some paper/pens and went to pay for them. I met the most interesting person. I never got his name, but he was a small-framed teenager with round glasses and brown hair. His arms looked like vines. His fingers looked like twigs. He had the nails of Rasputin. He spoke softly, pulling his neck away from his body with every word. That’s all I can say about him. I wish I had the writing powers of Salman Rushdie to give you a more explicit description.

There was an attractive woman behind me. Her son had a man’s voice not matching his barely-to-my-knees height. I wanted to make a comment about it, but decided that it may damage the kid’s self image.

I went to McDonalds and wrote for a while. I went to the water fountain and wrote for a while, wishing I had a portable table. I found my way back to the food court and set myself up in the center of the action. There was an unbearable breeze and a very creepy go-teed man hovering near me. He followed me when I moved, so I grabbed my stuff and jetted.

I walked by a store and this very cute girl smiled at me, twice. I was halfway up the escalator before it registered--my smile was greeted with over oxygenated air.