OMG, I had one of those awful long nights that goes on forever, when you dream and dream and dream, and wake up to go to the loo and think – Is it time to get up for a rest, yet? But it’s only ten to two. So you go back to sleep and become embroiled in yet more annoying dreams and finally at 5.40 a.m. you stir, and turn on the light and think – That’s it. I am waking up!
What I am watching – any intelligent Rom-Com I can get my hands on (for screenplay-writing homework)
What I am reading – Fifty Shades of Feminism
What I am listening to – Fleetwood Mac’s The Dance
What I am playing on my sax – anything and everything
What I am thinking -
1/ It’s a real shame that the person who writes the screenplay is not allowed to suggest the songs for the soundtrack, because I can’t help choosing them all the time – for both PLOTTING FOR GROWN-UPS and BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU (and I’m not even writing the screenplay for PLOTTING.)
2/ My tidy study is looking more and more like a staid old lady’s sitting room and less and less like the exciting hub of a creative, maverick, disenfranchised writer/publisher and wannabe screenwriter. Pretentious? Moi?
But look at the lovely shoeboxes covered so expertly for me by Dave. (Yes, I could have done it but it would have taken me a day, and it took him half an hour)
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