Hi all! Well, here I am on a Sunday night and attempting to do what I have been avoiding for months now - write. I know that the brain is a muscle that must be exercised, and that we must strive for intellectual superiority over our peers and all that psycho babble crapola but honestly - when someone tells me that I need to exercise my brain I immediately switch to a mental image of an overweight, dimpled assed brain on a dusty treadmill wearing pink legwarmers and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt.
That sweating brain would be mine.
I have been trying to get back on the horse, back in the saddle and back to me - but with all the new movies out, a wedding shower to plan and so many other distractions that require less mental energy than sucking a smoothie - I've been far more content to watch the making of "Stardust" than work on a novel.
But here I sit in front of my cornea-searing new apple MAC and attempt to be creative.
And I come up with - nada.
No good ideas come to me.
No muse whispers sweet somethings of substance into my ears and I am not struck with inspiration.
At least I have a cool new program to play with. Harry sent me a picture the other day over my phone of a box: Final Draft.
It's an uber cool and a tad expensive program that I have been drooling over for years now but since it is mainly for screenwriters and I had yet to enter into that masochisticish writing realm, I only coveted it from the sidelines.
"Hi baby," I yelled into my tiny pink Razr phone and slipping accidentally into Summer-speak I continued. "Howmuchwasit? CanIhaveit? ILOVEYOU!!!"
"I'm not that mean!," Harry said, "I already bought it for you."
"Oh, you're so sweet."
"I know. Hey - I think I want a Blue SuperBee Charger"
:) Off I go to toil! Who knows ? Maybe I'll write the next great screenplay?! Heck - if Ben Affleck can do it!