Two in one week. Feast or famine with me, baby. (There were originally three typos in those two sentences. I’m an overachiever.)
I’m still not a big fan of sending out all of this stuff and not hearing back from you. Though being ignored might actually be good training for marriage, so…
Here’s the thing, FW…
You know me. I’d dope on the floor and I’m magic on the mic.
But I also like to talk about writing.
And I mostly like to talk about MY writing.
I find me endlessly fascinating.
Well… a little.
So it would be good if you are a writer. Or a reader. Or, you know, adore me and are willing to humour me. It would also be great if you rocked a kickass ponytail, but that has little to do with this.
On the plus side, I’ll write things about you. And for you. Anytime you want. Anything you want. You know, if you like that type of thing.
If you don’t…
Then I’m probably just a piece of meat to you.
And I am NOT going to put up with that.
For more than 2 or 3 years.
So I started a new writing project. I am turning my novella into a screenplay.
I know, I know. I was originally going to write it as a screenplay. But, really, I went with a novella just so I could tell people that I wrote a book. Mostly girl people.
Maybe I thought you would be one of those girl people.
Don’t roll your eyes at me.
That shit’s not gonna fly when we get hitched.
I’ll find it charming.
I hate you.
Yeah. A screenplay. I love love love writing dialogue. And screenplays have always been the format that feels most natural to me. Half a page into this one, I was smiling like a fool and wanting to hug Final Draft a little.
I can’t believe that I had forgotten how much I loved it. I gotta say, I’m pretty excited about this, Future Wife. I’ll let you read it when it’s done.
Playing with the beginning of a word doodle:
a warning sign
Not sure how I feel about it yet.
So, you go back to being all elusive, and I’ll go back to trying to decide which I prefer between The Stones’ “Gimme Shelter” and Dylan’s “Shelter From The Storm.”