Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Monday, November 10, 2003 The Pitch: It's like Hardly Working meets Runaway Jury! I wish I had written the eighty words yesterday necessary to hit quota, because that would have meant I'd already be on point for today. I wrote 1680 words in the hour before work, and now I'm here, sitting at my desk, trying casually to avoid the one or two emails describing jobs that sound like awful horsehit. My hope is that Patrick will want to write at lunch since my obvious M.O. for the month is to climb ahead of quota, then squander that lead immediately. I'd like to think there's a method to that madness, as my previous entries indicate: my subconscious is cautiously bricking together the path, and it seems I have to wait occasionally before walking down it. Although I never know what I'm going to encounter in my day's writing, it all seems too fully formed to be utterly coincidental, time and time again. Today, for example, just as I was getting ready to cut to a scene of two characters grabbing a cigar, I decided to have two other characters have a little talk. Rather than it being a halting exchange of ideas, what emerged was a speedy 1600 words of psychological insight into the characters. And here I thought I was going to be writing about cigars. Silly me.Man, I feel like a pretentious, awful ass talking about this sort of thing. I should just keep quiet here and keep typing there. But this is a bit of a way for me to blow off steam while at work. And it might be like this for a while (at least during November). Still, sucks for you, I know. As consolation, I offer the assorted amazements of the Filthy Celebrity Impersonator. posted by Jeff Lester | 10:23 AM | |
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