Writing

The Golden Globe awards are on.

so what?

I'm too busy writing.

do I care at all?

I must say that I'm more curious to observe the people's reaction and the background than who is winning what.

do I want one?

not really, but I hope that my work is of a quality someday that it would be considered among the best to come out in that year.

pause.

think.

i think that i can honestly say that i am more excited by leaps and bounds about the prospect of telling the stories than any reward they might receive should those who are responsible for such thing consider my work.

my work.

right.

like i'm that creative. I cannot imagine that I am actually responsible for the ideas that I come up with.

I go back and look at the things that I have already made/drawn/written/filmed and am incredulous that it could have been done by me. but at the same time I know I could have made it better.

I have said often that I hate being at the beginning of things. It is the middle that I like best. When I'm caught up in the doing of something creative and engaging.

where was i going with this, and why can't i seem to be consistent in my capitalization?

nowhere, just like always.