Day Fifty-Two

I need to be writing more. Not on the blog, but in general. Essentially I got zero creative writing done this week, which isn't too good. On the other hand, I was somewhat busy with the career seminar and fixing my resume and all that crap. I did send along my Gilmore Girls script to my ex-coworker this morning, so I guess that counts as some progress, but I need to do better.

Anyway. I went with Rossanna to this play called Drive in Silver Lake. We also got pizza beforehand, and of those two components I would say the pizza won out. The play was pretty good in parts, but mostly it left me with the nagging and, yes, I'm aware, totally conceited feeling that I could probably write a better one. I understand that plays are difficult to write; it's not easy to write 60-70 pages of people sitting in a room talking. At least, it's hard to write that without it being boring.

During the intermission we both tried a grasshopper. Blech. Tasted like creamy mouthwash. I think an actual grasshopper might have been an improvement.