Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
I just misread “a show’s premiere episode” as “a show’s premature episode,” and I was imagining a producer yelling, “Wait! WAIT! WE’RE NOT READY YET!”
And then I remembered words of wisdom from Lorne Michaels about when to call your work finished enough to go public with it. He said of Saturday Night Live, “The show don’t go on because it’s ready. It goes on because it’s 11:30.”
As Steve Jobs said, “Real artists ship.”
I watched “The Return of the Invisible Man” last night. Now I am writing a new version involving animals. The title is “Steer Clear.”
Watching a documentary on plane crashes.
Survivor: “I was completely terrified.”
Question: is anyone ever incompletely terrified?
I saw a Sponsored Post; Black Horse Carriers is hiring. I don’t think I could carry a black horse very far, though. Do you know how much those things weigh?
A friend of mine just retitled his Facebook page as a Writing Page. I wish I had a Writing Page. It sounds like something out of Harry Potter. All I’d have to do is put the Writing Page in front of me and watch it fill itself up with the most sublime prose this side of Sheboygan.
Instead? The page just sits in front of me, all blank, and *I* have to fill it in and make it not-blank, LIKE A CAVEMAN WITH A STICK OF CHARCOAL ON A CAVE WALL.
I saw a trailer today with lettering on the back that said CAUTION HORSES. I was charmed by the concept. What helpful horses! They must be something like seeing eye dogs.
If I had a Caution Horse, it would probably ask me “Do you really want to do that?” or tell me, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
That’s how Hannah wound up with her horse. She was considering entertainment choices, and a horse walked up and said “You know, cable TV might not be the best option for you.” It was the best advice she’d gotten all day.
I just saw the question “Where will you find your next story?”
Under the tip of my pen, was my first thought.
Imagine a carousel filled with Republican Presidential candidates, with job interview questions being shouted at them as they revolve by.
That’s what this Republican Presidential debate format is like.
McDonald’s is advertising that a burger that was $4.99, is now… $4.99.
It’s probably $4.99 tomorrow, too.
I saw a roadside tree with ripe apples, and considered stopping and taking one, but that never goes well in fairy tales, does it?