Monday, January 09, 2006

Bowels

I had one of those experiences today, when you're doing your typical day-job bullshit and it hits you - "Dammit, I really wish I'd sell a script so I can stop doing this lame-ass job thang."

My epiphany usually comes when I'm under a house (I'm a home inspector) crawling around in the mud/dirt/water with camel crickets (picture a cricket, only real pissed-off) staring me down as I pull spider webs out of my hair.

Thus, the bowels of the home, as I call the crawlspace.

Good thing is it gives me a good kick in the ass and I come home and want to write the shit out of whatever script I'm working on........

6 comments:

ScriptWeaver said...

Actually...

You just experienced a case of the Mondays. Which is 10-fold for aspiring screenwriters!

I'll bet most of my query letters have gone out on a Monday.

oneslackmartian said...

Oh, shiza. You're under homes in New Jersey! There's got to be some Mob jokes in there.

Patrick J. Rodio said...

Some mobs jokes, but mostly just dirt.

MaryAn Batchellor said...

Bowels of the home = cure for writer's block? Pass.

Patrick J. Rodio said...

Well, the cure being to write/sell something and not go under any more homes. Especially in NJ.

The Moviequill said...

I feel like that every day and hopefully a year from now I will only thinking about it in retrospect