happy solstice

Out in Indianapolis for a 12 day sabatacle with my father.

Needless to say, a 23 year old sleeping in the same hotel room as her father, sneaking cigarettes, chugging coffee in the mornings after a late night binge of writing hasn't been in the greatest of ease...
regardless, bonding time. And I got to drive an old 47 packard three-in-the-tree gear shift.


I tossed and turned last night. An old and over used statement, but one that rings true in the reality of my place.

I couldn't sleep.

I've been calling Grant Monohon in New York, doing character studies with my watchful eye and intuitive friends and heart, waiting for the moment to be clear about what's happening.

Guidance from G Thomas has left me more confused, because I know i need to "write what i know" and not get off target or out of proportion with the "point" of all this and that.

Convuluted thoughts, a complete shift in paradigms from the original screenplay to the new one.

I can't say I know where this is growing, but it's going. it's out of my reach.

three a.m. wrapped around my skull, staring in teh dark at my computer screen in a hotel, trying not to click or type too loud, the lamp, off, and wobbling in flux to my fingertips... a darkened refletion of myself in the mirror above the desk as a reminder, where i'm at in my life... how much older I am since I first started writing this, since the first head shots we took 6 years ago.

I'm in love with a project, and it's driving me mad.

Happy Solstice everyone
we'll see where the fourth of july leaves me.