I went back and read my old journal last night. It was odd to hear my voice from entries I don’t remember writing. There are poems I don’t remember, odd veiled references to girlfriends I’d forgotten and just funny updates. The thing that got me most was the entries I talked about the book I was writing(now defunct). I had so much energy for long projects back then, even though I had little time to work on them, between school and work. Well, now I’m currently unemployed and a graduate, why not start a new big project?
Late last night I wrote a few paragraphs, in outline form, that will hopefully become a movie script. It’s been about 5 years since I last wrote a script. It’s about time for another foray into the dark arts that is independent film. I’m planning on working with my East coast friend, Dario, on the project. I don’t know how far this will go; but hell, what else do I have to do?

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