Went to see the movie "A Solitary Man" with Michael Douglas this afternoon.
(I did not go with Michael Douglas, I meant he was in the movie.)
I LOVED it. Well acted, beautifully written, damn honest and gave me an unexpected moment of "NO!" during one particular moment. Not easy for a girl who did guess that Bruce Willis was dead before the ending of "Sixth Sense."
Please see it if you can. These independent movies tend to appear and disappear quicker than a bag of popcorn.
The writing is above so much of what we see on a regular basis.
My current mood is leaving me feeling conflicted and confused. I left that movie theater desperately wanting to write, yet Agnes (inner critic) is as loud as it is hot. I am at the computer, yet I just did two hours work. Work work, not dream work. I wanted to write an indulgent blog in order to get writing. So forgive me. I find if you begin than you can continue.
I tell you something that I did try - remember cherry stones when you were a child and deciding if someone loved you or not? Lets hope its not true because I asked if I would eventually get published or not. Stupid cherries. See if I had done that with bites of a do nut, I bet it would have ended in my favor!!!