Morning Sleep

SOYMILK

I'm taking a break from editing my recent screenplay. It's amusing to experience the distractions of a large project such as a screenplay: Screwdrivers, dinner, walks to the beach, and now soymilk and granola cereal.

After the heart slows down and it's ready to write, while Dylan plays in the background, then and only then is the whole experience of what screenwriter's long for, and are obssessed about: Minutes away from another cereal plate of granola and soymilk, I hope to edit over 20 pages. It's just that the real world of responisbilities sometimes drains the soul's rhapsody for art. 

The screenplay is titled, "Planning In The City." It offers a youthful look into what is plausible in a city where one must be two-faced or they'll get trampled on. 

The conclusion, whis is complete, but yet to be edited, gives the audience an analysis of a city where one cop and one president make deals while drooling with the upper hand.