July 22nd, 2005

Dance

Writer's Block

It finally happened.

I finally broke through my block, my writer's block that's been hampering me all summer. I finally have an idea for a screenplay that's significant enough and meaningful enough to hold my interest through the entire project. Today I wrote and walked around in black pleated slacks and an unbuttoned shortsleaved Oxford shirt that kept billowing around my chest. For dinner I made Korean pork buns and ate them outside on the porch with a glass of beer.

I feel just like Ernest Hemingway. Except for that whole World War I thing.