I don't know what the Hell caused it, but I'm on a creative tear as of late. Maybe it was because Clandestine's Daughter was so often delayed, my creative waters finally busted through the dam.
No, probably not.
Maybe it was the short film script that my buddy had me rewrite, reawakening my motivation to get my own short films off the ground.
Eh, possibly. But probably not.
Or maybe it's the fact that, unlike last year, I'm actually going to the movies on a regular and frequent basis. After all, it's the movies that makes people want to make movies, isn't it?
Sounds likely, but probably not.
Actually, it's probably a combination of all three, but I feel like rambling and, therefore, this blog entry will have no coherent structure whatsoever. Is that a little lame? I think so, but I don't care. I feel like writing, and it doesn't really matter to me how random the tone or poor the quality of it is.
Besides, there's always that really bad poet out there who reminds me that no matter how bad what I write is, there's always something worse. And that makes me laugh.
And laughter motivates me to write. Funny how that works, isn't it? Did I just use a pun? I hope not. Puns suck.
I'll leave you alone now.