Wednesday, May 30, 2018

talking to oneself and answering

When Jack lost, he wrote. I've thought to read that book, but I don't dare touch it. Because Hollywood feels like one thing, actors playing rolls, but you know that when Jack wrote what he wrote, it was bare to the bones. Touching death as a writer must feel like you will drown in it.

Go for night swims, goofball. And video, keep working with what you have.

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