I have decided that being a screenwriter is the same as being a lab rat. You get inside a story/maze and run around bashing your furry little head into one wall after another. Every once in a while you find an opening and charge forward. Then you hit another wall. And then you have to go back and find another path.
Why do we keep going?
Because we can smell the cheese.
I am not done with my rewrite. And my furry little head hurts.
6 comments:
there is some kind of CHEESE metaphor thing floating through cyberspace (yes you can smell it)... meanwhile i can't believe you met jimmy durante!!!
And just outside the walls of your metaphor, those hissing cats and their notes.
(shiver)
when I start smelling the cheese I just change the air freshener dangling from my rearview mirror... keep on rockin
nono, cheese is good...
mine's asiago.. that's what i'm chasing... a field of asiago... shit, what a dream
i'll make a sale, and then it will be asiago until the day i die... hang in there.. i think you're more of a monterey jack girl, but I could be wrong...
I hope not... LOL i.e., your comment on my blog... Ah, what the hell. There's always room!
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RE your comment... Want me to take a look at it?
Just kidding. LOL.
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