So I'm writing again I guess. Thats a good thing. A soothing thing. Zinque is a welcoming crowd, maybe all the more so because I'm so stressed the fuck out right meow. I need to breathe more. I should go to the gym tomorrow; early. And then have coffee with Sacha.
Do you ever feel a sunflower opening in your mind? It unwinds, like a slow reveal. Ugh, shivers from the knowledge of that word. Industry lingo.
Say stuff like that; like reveal and privileged POV and VO (voice over). Be charming, be confident. Remember your training. You'll do fine. Read out loud tonight before you go to bed. Read out loud when you wake up tomorrow. Read out loud, then go to the gym, then have some coffee with Sacha.
Get to UCP early. Get there at 2:30. Be on the way by 2:00. Remember what it's about, Back East.
A boy comes home, shell-shocked from paradise. He looks worn out. He has a terrible story. The ringer of the show is that we never hear him tell it. We only see how it's affect those involved and the reactions through glass of those who hear it. The terrible story tells itself out through flashbacks, and it's a terrible story. Or paradise gone awry, of spirits and karma in an alien (3rd world Hindu) world and consequence; it's about loyalty and betrayal and making amends, or at least trying to.
Maybe it's Bloodline meets
It's Return to Paradise.
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That's when you find things out.
Like writing.
It's when you do things you don't want to do.
There's one ship on the horizon line in the haze.
It's a work vessel.
