rewriting freedom

My mind was blown this week.

gThomas, our cinematographer and I met up at Zanzibar on Ingersoll.

Due to a crooning female, we ended up on the back porch, the dark roast coffee with too much real cream, you know, the real cream which is tinted a bit yellow and buttery with oil floating on the surface?

Anyway... GThomas gave me artistic permission to rip the screenplay apart, to remove characters that I'd built up in my mind as being really necessary (and they aren't) and to magnify what is being communicated.

Communication, and the isolation of the human experience and what connects us.

When I said, "G gave me permission" he was in fact showing me that i didn't need permission to be insane, to go of and make this a really important piece of art. He told me to go bigger, to trust my instince.

I guess fear was a component I hadn't examined in the writing process.

No one's judging me. No one's looking over my shoulder and telling me I'm a fuck up.

My parents aren't going to ground me for making smutty and often tasteless assumptions about people.

Freedom to process and rethink where I'm taking it.

It's time to dive in. Wish me luck.