Monday, May 31, 2004
stop.
i just tried to work up a new audition piece for an EPA for manhattan theatre club, and was so put off by my own badness that i had to stop and pick something else. i worked on the second choice for a while, still feeling like a hack, and then decided to watch some mindless teevee. and turned on the commercial i auditioned for two months ago. everyone in it was beautiful enough to be a mannequin.
times like this make me want to be all, at least i can write. except, apparently, i can't. i keep trying, but nothing comes out except for a little bit of stink. it's not really writer's block. it's either a profound lack of discipline or a dire dearth of talent. or, frighteningly, both. i like words so much. i wish i could make something out of them.
times like this make me want to be all, at least i can write. except, apparently, i can't. i keep trying, but nothing comes out except for a little bit of stink. it's not really writer's block. it's either a profound lack of discipline or a dire dearth of talent. or, frighteningly, both. i like words so much. i wish i could make something out of them.
