An Update.

I’ve been working on a writing assignment lately. I’ve got my own desk and everything at this place, like a real civilian. And according to my excellent sense of smell, not only is someone heating dog shit in the office microwave, but it’s still on the bottom of a shoe.

I bring this up (the writing assignment, not the stench) because I recently vowed to write seven short films in seven days when I had a free week, but that week keeps getting delayed.

Hey, if someone’s brave enough to pay me to write, I’m just stupid enough to take their money. But I’m definitely itching to write the films; I just can’t give myself a firm starting date.

Sometimes I wish I smoked crack so I’d have a clear goal every day. Stay tuned.