Writing day

It turns out I can actually write without deadlines after all.  By intentionally not bringing a book to read to work today nor having any crossword puzzles to do, and with only a near-empty notebook with me in box office today, I surprised myself to learn that am indeed able to write on my own.  I managed to complete a novelization of the short film I shot a few weeks ago called June (of which was based on a script I wrote), a script that I started while I was on vacation in June, and wrote a little more than a page of a creative non-fiction work called What Would David Sedaris Do? which got a funny response from one customer (“Masturbate.”).

All this and a thunderstorm today!  If only every day were like this.

Winter

Something I wrote during a creative writing class back in high school… so lower your expectations! This is something I came across just not that made me realize how far I’ve come as a writer. Thank god.

Winter

As the snow falls,
I’m reminded that another year is almost over.
I sit by the window,
watching as each individual flake
falls outside.
The weatherman says it’ll snow quite a bit
I think about winter,
about not having school;
We are like snowflakes; each different
from all the rest, floating freely in
the air. We land on the ground and
then poof!… we melt. We’re dead.
To me, winter reminds me
that our time is almost done.