That’s really not the compleat truth. The complete truth is that we started a new script. TOTALLY rough. Rough to the point where its a lot more spoken and concept than committed to the page. It’s funny but I’ve heard that a great day of writing is better than a great day in any of the other art forms. I think that may be true.
She asked that I send a selfie. Sick of seeing my mug — I sent her a photo of my cowboy boots instead. Seemed fair since we were talking abt cutting cowboy songs in Nashville. So no Anthony Wiener bullshit here. (I wonder why/how his wife finds him attractive? Did I just say ‘attractive’? I’ll have to search for a new word. Or invent one… He’s a hundred miles away from attractive. Never-mind. I may have answered my own question — which I like. Very Zen.)
This is a family blog. We discuss: film, arts, guitars, equipage, the French, boots, things that seem/are fucked up, how to fix things that are/seem fucked up (because if you’re not part of the solution; you’re the problem). Someone said to me yesterday after a meeting was ending: ‘I’m not the enemy.’ And I said: ‘Who are you then?’ It was funny. They were taken aback. You had to be there. Forget it.