I realized I’ve stopped writing today. I’m not sure what the hell happened. My notebook stops sometime around October. Not much in there other than a few notes to remind me of stuff I forgot I’d written in the notebook.
How did I get lost in all that time?

I’d write more right now about The Muffin Man and Juan Carlos or maybe the short called The Tire, but I’ve got to slam this coffee so I can stay awake for a production meeting at the bar location where I’m going to shoot a few script pages tomorrow.

Yea for me! That sounds impressive, almost as if I had something going on.

I’m so fucking tired too after getting about three hours of sleep for no good reason. Blessed Lord Coffee, please awaken me!

On a different note, here is one of those idiotic bloggy things that people write because they have nothing much to say, but I’m writing it because the dream was so weird that I couldn’t quite believe it was in my head.

So I wake up this morning to a dream that I was drafted into the crew of a movie being made by David Cronenberg while I was sitting in an audience waiting for a performance art thing that was being used by Dave as a background to the actual movie he was shooting.

They asked me if I knew how to hold a boom mic and the next thing I know in dreamland time I’m fiddling with a high-end HD camera trying to get it set up for the hand held shot.

How crazy is that? Crazier still if you could see how detailed that imagining of the HD camera was in my head. It had weight.
I know I think about movies, making movies, writing movies, directing, lighting and acting in said movies a good protion of my waking time these days now that I have a hobby (which, I’m not very good at) but still that seemed odd to me.

I’m not even a fan of David Cronenberg although I hear History of Violence was quite good and the interview I heard on NPR was intriguing.

Come on coffee, don’t fail me now!