These Days

Hello all, Its been a couple weeks since my last entry. Id say that life got in the way, but thats not quite true. I think its been more that my tank has been running on empty lately. Im not sure why. I think its tied to how I feel when Im writing in general. Im drawn to Burning Pictures when Im knee deep in a script. One tends to feed the other. But when Im in the outline stages, it just tends to suck the life out of me in all sorts of ways; Im finding that this is one of them. The interesting thing is that the story finally began to break today. The shadows took form. The swirling shapes slowed enough for me to get a real glimpse of who they really are. For a while, those shapes and shadows raced past without a second glance. And each day they swept into the distance was one more where I felt&left behind. But then something happens. Maybe its a conversation, maybe a glimpse of someone in a crowd. For me, it was These Days by Jackson Browne. A song of longing desire to connect and a deep fear of doing so. One particular section stayed with me: Ill keep on moving Things are bound to be improving these days One of these days These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend Dont confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them. I dont know why those words cut through me&dont confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them. Not one of us ever does. My failures loom over me when Im beginning a new story, sometimes oppressively. But for the first time in a while, listening to Jackson, the shapes slowed for just a little while. The forms took on a clarity amongst the chaos. Sometimes its hard to see past the failures to whats waiting just past them, but there is something on the other side. Its just hard as all hell to get there. Until next time - Burning Pictures