So I am on my way to Austin and I think I know about 15 people on the flight.  Suddenly the stock issue crack of dawn travel has become more like some weird exciting field trip.  It's always nice when you know people on a plane (who you aren't traveling with) because it makes your trip seem more like a fun adventure.  Anyway, we are all headed to Fantastic Fest and we couldn’t be more thrilled.  Jocelin has never been to Austin nor experienced anything quite like what this festival has to offer...She is going to be really pumped.  (Bonus Points:  This is the first time I have ever been on an American Airlines airplane....How is that even possible?)

What's new you ask?  Well, as you may be able to tell I'm trying to get back in the regular habit of contributing to this blog.  I do enjoy it, I swear...It just falls by the wayside so easily...like exercise or bathing.  But I do want to re-establish communication...So here I am, at your service.  I am looking around on this flight and all I see are people reading scripts.  Personally I am too embarrassed to read a script in public.  Some people don't mind it...Some people have confidence in who they are/what they do and can sit on a plane leaving lax just flaunting the fact that they are "in the business."  Not me, no sir.  I prefer to keep any physical evidence of the fact that I make movies hidden in a deep pit of shame.

For the record, I'm not saying that people who read scripts in public are somehow lesser human beings than myself or anyone else for that matter...I'm just saying I can't do it.  People who WRITE scripts in public though...That's a different story all together.  Please don't argue with me on this one...I know I am right.  Look, I understand that sitting in your room in front of a blinking cursor trying to write the next great screenplay is a lonely miserable existence...but taking that misery to the local coffee shop and parading in front of the rest of us is not a solution. It comes across as some sort of awful "look at me, I’m an artist" ego trip...Which is exactly how they want to be seen and it's so lame.  I cannot stress this enough.

Just because you have final draft on your laptop does not make you interesting.  Writing should be a very internal and embarrassing process and the thought of being that vulnerable in public should make you weak in the knees.  The last thing on earth you should be comfortable with is hanging out in a room full of closeted McKee students pining over when and where your muse will strike next.  Ugh, I'm getting douche chills just thinking about it.

How was that for a return to form?  I've only been back 2 days and I’m already coming across like a pompous egotistical asshole.  Ah, it's good to be back...

-ti

p.s.  I wrote this in public.