I blew off brushing my teeth yesterday. I did brush the day before yesterday. The day before that I didn't. The day before that I brushed twice...ughmm...
On the plus side I washed clothes yesterday. I didn't finish my whites. I had to start the washing machine on them twice, b/c I think I forgot to put soap/bleach in that load the first time around. I started it again this morning a couple hours ago, should be done by now, I'll have to put them in the dryer whenever the heck I get around to it...although my Gramma should be coming over to clean the upstairs living space for my mom, since I'm good for nothing...
I revised what was five pages of a screenplay I've been working on sporadically for over a decade. It's now four pages. I need to add 86 more pages. If I don't, submitting it to an agent would be almost pointless, and submitting to Richard Walter, a prestigious screenwriting professor at UCLA, which would be much easier, since I already have a vague idea of how to get in contact with him, would be even more pointless. If I go the agent route, I'll have to figure out which agent to submit the screenplay to, and if I did that, it's possible they may read it regardless of length, and if it's not good enough, someone else can maybe flesh it out more. But I'm not even sure that's possible. This isn't a story based screenplay, it's more like a collection of dreams. If it had a worthwhile story, I could write it as a book and at least get something done with it, since a book would make it easier to write. A screenplay HAS to be clear, with minimal to no typos, and what I say has to be concise and clear in order for someone to take what's on the page and put it on film. A book doesn't even have to have logical sentences. You can take what may or may not be a coherent/logical sentence and stretch it out to three pages if it's good enough, like poetry or something. You can go off on theological tangents that have nothing to do with "the plot" and yet it still ties in with it and so what if nobody cares? It's a book, so it's a lot less expensive than a movie along these lines would be, and the market for that kind of stuff is big enough for the publisher and myself to make at least a bit of pocket change. But I'm so ill-versed on books, I may very well be ripping off NAKED LUNCH and not even know it. I've read like almost 30 pages of J.G. Ballard's CONCRETE ISLAND, not sure if I'll finish it, and I've been immensely enjoying the time I've spent with Elliot Perlman's SEVEN TYPES OF AMBIGUITY, but it's taking me half an eternity to finish it. I might be done with it when I'm like 32 (I'm sorta-almost 29 as I write this). I've been reading it for...a year? At least...
I should quit going on about all this and write some more of it. It's been awhile since I posted anything here though and this is a blog, not a quarterly magazine, so anything that goes on in my daily life should be posted here. I always wonder with these quarterly magazines, such as the now-defunct and short lived WICKED - what are they doing??? You know why I never knew what they were doing that was taking so much time? Because I didn't read their blog!!!
So here's my half-arred attempt to catch you all up to speed. Not that anyone's reading this...or...? Idk...every month I get almost 100 views, don't know if those are accidents or what...
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