12 4 / 2014
Writing this Girls spec script feels like a waste of time.
I looked at Twitter, which was my first mistake. News of other writers getting bigger jobs, better deals. Why not me? I think. But, I haven’t tried, in this respect. Not really. Joined another writer’s group in addition to my beloved first group. Got down to business on one of my features, feeling better able to finish the other two soon. I want this spec to be good. I want all my writing to be good.
It’s odd to think your writing isn’t missed. When I was fired from Film.com, there were no kind words, except from a very few who knew. No one noticed that this activity that had consumed my days for years, taken up my time, been my real-life job… no one noticed that I wasn’t doing it anymore.
It’s pretty easy to be invisible in the world.
But, I don’t think I want to be, anymore. So, back to this outline from last year. Back to trying to write realistic dialogue. Back to making it up as you go, and hoping someone will think it’s funny or interesting or beautiful.
18 9 / 2013
"I had the pleasure of arresting Mr. McCollough [sic] in Tennessee when he and his girlfriend were in Knoxville. They both had too much to drink and were arguing over Marlboro points when they were in town looking for the hotel where Hank Williams Sr. died. He asked me if I would keep his goat for him while he was in jail. I did. Willy and Freda both left town on bond and never came back. He would call a couple of times a year to check on his goat. The goat died five years later, but Willy still called to say hello at Christmas. I still have his Zippo lighter he left in the back seat of my patrol car."