I'm a writer

Today I had the opportunity to re-eforce, erm, that is re-enforce the fact that I am a writer. Not only do I write, but I write things that are of considerable length. That, in my opinion, makes a considerable contribution to the supporting evidence for my whole being a writer case. It doesn't necessarily mean that I am a good writer, but in order to be a writer there must be enough written words to support that claim.

I just polished off the 106th page of a screenplay today. Now, that's just a rough draft, but one hundred and six pages is a lot. So, I'm celebrating for a short bit before I get back to work revising.

So, if you have a glass near the computer (well, if you have a glass near the computer you are probably very likely to have computer problems in the near future but we'll forget that for now) then raise your glass in a toast. Just a toast to anything. But most of all to doing things. Because doing things is what makes the world go round.

Cheers.

Shhhhhh!

It's Christmas morning! I woke up a little while ago because I was hearing music. I am at my in-laws house, so there are sounds that I don't recognize while I'm asleep. I woke up and looked at my clock. I thought 8:30. That's crazy! Then the morning mist cleared from my eyes and I saw that it was 6:30. You know how on digital clocks the six looks like an eight. (actually, on a digital clock early in the morning any number looks like an eight. For that matter, the numbers all kinda blurr together....I've had too much experience with early mornings and digital clocks for my liking)

But let's face it. I would probably be awake no matter what. I mean. IT'S CHRISTMAS!! (that's right, I yelled it in all caps baby) It really is. No matter how much I learn that Christmas is about Christ, or about the Christmas spirit (which according to all the Christmas specials I've seen this year oddly has nothing to do with christ....in fact, most of our Christmas celebration has nothing to do with Christ. I mean, Christmas trees...Not holy. 25th of December....probably not the actual date of Christ's birth. Disney decorations on the tree....not holy unless you talk to my mother in law. Let's face it, we're celebrating a pagan holiday, so it is only appropriate for the extraneous symbols like, oh, I don't know...Our Lord and Savior and all that He's done for us, to be pushed out. I have an idea. Maybe we should start a new holiday that celebrates the birth of Christ. That seems like a good reason to celebrate...Not that santa isn't cool, but he didn't save the world from anything except crying kids and he's sure made a lot of kids cry (I still remember the mall)) (yes, that was all in parentheses, so go back to the beginning and see what I was saying) Christmas is about waking up early and being excited to get or give presents but always waking up early....really early.

I am half tempted to change all the clocks to 9:00 and send my son around to wake everyone up. But I'll content myself with this blog.

Hey, it's 7:19 on Christmas morning. I have to bug someone...and isn't that what blogs are all about?

Merry Christmas everyone.

Well, I've done it again.

My wife and I have recently contracted with a major corporation to buy a child. I think it was Wal-mart or something. They had a two for one sale, but we decided that we would just get one (a girl). We'll buy another if we can handle this one. Maybe it's a conservative philosophy, but I just don't want to buy more than we can handle. We've already got a small appartment and I've been asking Kendra to go through stuff and get rid of it. And I don't want to get rid of something that I'll regret losing. Besides that, we already have two other kids, and I think that for now three will be plenty.

Speaking of my other kids, we've got to pick a name for this one. So we decided to be democratic about it and ask the others what they wanted for names. The youngest just thinks it's cool that mommy has a baby in her tummy, and wants me to tell him what the baby in his tummy is saying. The oldest is somewhat more helpful and he suggested a beautiful name.

Wonder Woman.

I told him, we can't name our little baby Wonder Woman because we've already got a Wonder Woman in our family. He looked at me quizzicaly, and then I explained. When your Mommy says something weird I just look at her and say, "Sometimes I Wonder Woman." So much for democracy.

He looked at me like I was crazy and continued to insist that the new kid is Wonder Woman. Luckily my wife laughed. I'm sure I'll get something back for it eventually though.

On another note. I have started to write another script. This one is a screenplay. I know what you are all thinking. "Why are you going to write another script when you haven't even sold the first one?" Well, even if you aren't really thinking about that (in fact, you're probably only thining about the end of this blog and why it is not coming faster.), I will answer.

I am writing a script because I want to. Yeah, I hope that one day someone rich and connected will read it and say, "I want to make this script into a movie and pay you a million billion dollars for it." But until that happens, I like writing. I really haven't gotten into writing a good book like I wanted to, so I will take back up the screenwriting software.

Well, until I am famous...

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I'm sorry. Ok. I really just am completely out of creativity. I can't even think of something for a title. And I usually don't even think of my titles. That's the beauty of having a blog called 'Bad at Titles' I can write whatever I want, and so usually I just put in the first thing that comes to mind.

But nothing is coming to mind. That's bad. That's really bad, because I wanted to spend the two weeks of Christmas break creating brilliant written works with terrible titles. But now, not only can I not (That sentence is not a little unconfusing) think of titles, I can't even think of things to write.

Why do breaks always have to come after finals. Maybe we should have an extra week or two of school just to wind us down for finals. That would be a good idea, because the break is important and I feel that I should prepare myself.

Wait. I think I just figured it out. School is not here to prepare us for breaks. Work is not just there to fill in the time between vacations. It's the other way around...

Dang.

Publish

Sometimes you just gotta think. I know, it may not happen that often. Especially if you are me, but it does happen. And when it does, boy do I get a headache. Well not really, but it is a common bit of humor to make fun of people who are considered less than intelligent by saying that their head hurts, or their is smoke coming out of their ears, or the gears are grinding or something like that.

Ha! That just goes to show how little the people making fun are thinking. There is really no way for people to generate smoke from their brains (wether or not they use them often for deep thinking). Also, any student of anatomy will realize that there are no gears in our heads. There are only neurons and cells, and things like that. The only thing that could be true is the head hurting thing, and generally it is not a hurting but a slight disiorientation and a general grogginess. At least that's how I feel after Finals week.

Speaking of Finals week, did you know that Einstien attended practically none of his university classes. But that wasn't a big deal back then because the standard method for testing in universities of the time was a comprehensive final exam. An exam that covered all four years of school. Attendance would be a good idea, but c'mon this is Einstein we're talking about. He took his buddy's notes, and crammed (I guess I should say mega-crammed because it's not just one semester, it's eight. Four whole years of colledge crammed into one last bit of testing. Holy Cow!). Then, supposedly, he couldn't even think about anything that had to do with science for three months. Wow! if that's not an interesting bit of unconfirmed hearsay then I don't know what is. This is at least as true as the movie "I.Q."

Well, then, that's about all I can tell you about my thinking. I really have been. And I think that I'll continue to think. Maybe I'll even write a book about it. Maybe just a blog.