Sandscript

Good intentions sometimes falter in several different ways. Like Joan of Arc hearing the voice of God and tries to do something good for the people and ends up burned at the stake. Alright, not a very good analogy since that’s a bit bigger than me. My thoughts were why I actually started this blog in the first place. So let’s go back in time. Alright my two time travelers or wait three…I remember someone telling me they read my blog which means I should have three weary eyed readers. Correct me if there’s more.

I started this blog for several reasons, one was because I was traveling a lot and I was sick of looking like that weird guy eating alone. So thinking if I had a computer in front would make me look artistic and mysterious. The second was to have something for my family and friends to read, to be all humorous and enlightening while doing social commentary like Alex from A Clockwork Orange would. And third was to be more consistent with writing. When the traveling stopped I stopped writing. Not with my blog but with everything. Six months later I met Ashley and my focus was on her, although she has been encouraging me to write since I first complained about not writing probably on our second date. So I go on making excuses and then behold I’m 33 years old. Four months goes by and I’m like hmm…maybe I should sweep the cyber dust off my blog and try again. As I get away from the subject matter, the point is this is healthy for me and the response I receive from all of my three readers is like warm fuzzies. (Did you know Fuzzies is not a word? huh.)

A couple weeks ago I read a screenplay from a student of mine and when I was giving him the notes his passion and love for what he was trying to accomplish was inspiring. It reminded me of who I tried to set out to be. Then my girlfriend sent me something to read yesterday and I was floored. Every other day my co-workers and I talk of writing a short script and shooting the movie, so my inspired readers the planets have aligned and I have written a blog twice in one week. I can write a simple story, can’t I? I mean, that is the whole reason why I moved back to Florida. In fact Jonas told me not to do what I have been doing all along by not being productive right before I drove away from Los Angeles. Here I am. I’m going to gather my imagination, sum up the “word Gods” and avoid the wall called writer’s block.

I have friends who make homemade wine and build drums. I have friends who video office antics and create webisodes for our amusement. I have friends who create music from hard rock to classical. I have friends who create characters on stage and screen. I have friends who train wild animals. I have friends who raise small children. I work with aspiring filmmakers who share the same dreams I have.

It’s time to believe that I am your friend who writes stories.
(and social commentary on blogspot.)