Echo

is putting hope into an oversight.

Hmmm…I entered the contest and never looked at the prizes. I never do it for the prize.
But it turns out, the winners get scholarships to Writer’s Boot Camp. Apparently they are one of the sponsors.

I met one of the founders years ago. If I do well in this contest, it will symbolically be like getting delivered right back to him. I never did sign up for a class. I secretly can’t stand being around groups of writers unless in very specific situations with great chemistry. And I don’t remember what it was, but something about that organization felt a little cultish.

This makes for an interesting twist. I’m faced with the question of, if I have a conflict of interest.

I don’t think so. I’m just going to focus on doing the best I can in the writing. Figure out things that come when they come.

Another incredibly beautiful walk while the sun was setting, listening to Neon Bible by Arcade Fire and just living.

Watched the sun set over the water sitting next to a 9. Another secret spot filled with pure truth and beauty.

like lock and key. i will know the person because even when he is close to me, i will still be me.

The 2nd Season of Samantha Who is starting off with some really great writing.

Conversation between Samantha and her mother. Her mother tells her to not give up on relearning how to dance, and Samantha asks her to push her like she did when she was young.

Mom: No, oh no no. No no no no no.That was hard on both of us. So many tears. So many vodka tonics.
Samantha: But you just said a Newly never gives up.
Mom: On themselves…on each other, all the time!

hahaha. It took me an hour (though a lot of mental prep time) but I wrote the first screenwriting challenge. right around 3 am, too. Thanks, 29.

there will be a storm on monday.

1 Album

Simple Things – Zero 7

1 Movie

Grosse Point Blank

1 Hero

Chiron

1 Move

Power with Persistance

1 Name

Miles

1 Story

They found the boy in a giant peach.

1 Mirror

Train whistle at 3am waking up on the floor of a room you don’t recognize in the silver moonlight

1 Thank you

To the one who will save me from drowning

he was a great listener. i told him he wouldn’t believe the day i’ve had. the week i’ve had. the life i’ve had. about the kind of boss that god is, how he’s always dangling the exact carrots that get me to do whatever he wants, but sometimes i demand some proof of goods. but what most people don’t know is that we should expect as much back from him, as we are giving out to the world. the biggest fallacy in the world is that we somehow owe god and must fear him. he might be sitting at a greater, more omniscient position, but he needs us to believe in him just as much as we need him to believe in us.

i told him about how much i love people, about all these doors i see them passing up, but they don’t notice them. and when i point them out sometimes, they don’t believe me.

i told him that when i left my home today, i thought i was going to do something almost predatorial, win one for the team by not holding anything back. the intensity of the energy flowing through me was electrifying, sometimes it seems unfair to just unleash when it’s that concentrated. but tonight, i wanted it– all it would take is one ignorant, cocky guy to make eye contact and saunter over thinking he had me pegged, for me to blow his world apart. without him even understanding how i did it without touching anything. but i have so much restraint, i walked past the rowdier places where i was sure to cross paths with a douchebag served up like chum and headed straight to the triple door, which has had great music every time i’ve been there. tonight a dj was spinning good r&b (Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall …) the nostalgia and beat taming my beast. i listened to the music, and while observing the giant aquarium, that’s when i found him, this fish, to spill all my silent thoughts to. he sat there patiently the whole time. i couldn’t have imagined a more gracious audience.

I can’t remember how this got started
but i can tell you exactly how it will end

Angelina and I are fellow Gemini’s who share a secret knowledge.