Hello father time, it's me, James.

I think I blinked away 3 months of time.  I had so much to do and then *poof*, I'm here...still with so much to do.  Just a big hazy blur in the rear view mirror.

Now I'm sitting in a coffee shop.  For the first time in forever.

In front of me is the marked up script that's calling me to finally revise.   LOOK AT ME!  LOOK AT ME!  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP IGNORING ME!  YOU'RE SO CLOSE!    But it needs sooooo much work.  Do I have the patience for you?

I turned it upside down so I won't have to look at it.  But red ink bleeds through the last page.  So much red ink.  Goddammit I bled all over this thing and now I don't even want to look at it.

I move it to the other side of the table...behind my laptop.

A neatly stacked pile of 30 pages sits underneath--the first act of a caper script I started way back when.  It's a pretty damn good start.  Why did I ever stop working on it?

I crane my neck to the left.  My red-inked opus stared back like a lost puppy.

Oh, that's right, for you.

I push the new script aside.  Cant dive back into something big.

I know, I'll check my macbook desktop?  Always something good abandoned there!

There's the short I started last month!

This could work.

*clicks open*  reading....reading....reading....

This is terrible.  Was I drunk....or....well let's leave it at drunk.  Must have been drunk.

Flipping through my notebook--good idea--bad idea--awful idea--fantastic idea--that'll never work--

Hmmm....commit to something new.  There's an idea.

Did the red-ink script just bark at me?

Oooo! here comes my sandwich--a tasty grilled turkey panini with brie and fresh spinach on the side.  This will be tasty!  Exactly what I need.  Obviously I can't create and eat.  Let's see what's on the Huffington Post...and facebook and...