I wish I had something more profound to say. Wish I had anything to say, really, but not much has been coming to mind as of late. The movie was finished, a screening happened, and so far that's been it. Money has been tight so I haven't been entering it into many festivals, though to be honest I don't know if it's worth the entry fees anymore. I'd like to move on and write another script or two, got plenty of ideas for them, but something holds me back from actually sitting down and putting the ink to the paper.
You know you're drawing a blank when the best you can come up with are excuses for doing nothing. 'Hey, I could do it if wanted to, just not in the mood.' What's that covering up? Doubt, pity, fear? Don't know. At the moment the only tool I have to dig the meaning out of those lack of thoughts are crude, unrefined words. Language currently feels stiff despite the eagerness of the fingers to type anything out. Like I'm ready to run a marathon but can't decide where to go, so I just stay home.
Nonetheless, life goes on. Days will pass, and the status quo silently changes only enough to sneak by without notice. I will continue to stare at this blinking cursor until something more profound speaks to me. Hopefully when it does the eloquence will come more easily. Until then, I don't know.
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