On the day after the passing of Sam Shepard – why did I always think he would be here forever, ageless, the man who hated endings? – I know I have to be more committed to writing. There are so many words swirling around in my brain. Yet how? I’m no Sam Shepard. How do I string them together into some type of logical sequence? Just do it. That’s the saying. Don’t judge or self-critique (she says as she looks at the red dot “readability” analysis of what has been written so far. “The text does not contain any subheadings” and “contain a transition word” blah blah blah).
Elsewhere in the land of No Shrinking Violet – waiting to find if I’m off the wait list and into the TV Audition Bootcamp at MN Acting Studio, finding good scene material, updating stuff on the website.
Counting the days until La Liga starts – what the hell Neymar?