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........
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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.
Oh, shiza. You're under homes in New Jersey! There's got to be some Mob jokes in there.
Some mobs jokes, but mostly just dirt.
Bowels of the home = cure for writer's block? Pass.
Well, the cure being to write/sell something and not go under any more homes. Especially in NJ.
I feel like that every day and hopefully a year from now I will only thinking about it in retrospect
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