November 18, 2013
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Each month my writers group, AWG gives us photo and requires we re-gift them with a 100 story inspired by the photo. My entry this month:
“It was a flying dream doc, what does that mean?” She said from the comfort of her psychiatrist’s couch.
He puffed a requisite pipe, pondering while the fifty-minute hour ticked away. “You’ve had flying dreams before?”
Puff puff, tick tock… “How do they make you feel, free, in control?
She scowled impatiently, “No not at all!”
“I see,” he interrupted, “so you were frighten and confused, perhaps fleeing the bad memoires of your childhood?”
She sat up and grabbed her bag, “It made me feel like if I weren’t always running late I might get a better seat.”
This month they also wanted a logline for the photo.
A mentally unstable girl must fight for her sanity when she is tormented by dreams of flying and a disinterested psychiatrist hinders her recovery thereby pushing her past reality and into a world where she can never escape an unending plane trip on which she is the only passenger and is tormented by a evil voice from the cockpit.
November 5, 2013
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October 29, 2013
Should we have an occasion to speak in person, until further notice I will be closing all verbal communication exchanges with the salutation. Stay frosty slick. That is all!
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June 4, 2013
Thursday night I was at a loss for words. (I know, like that ever happens) But being in the same room with your all time, hands down favorite, and not being one bit disappointed with how they are in person, left me on the verge of tears. I have said some of the silliest shit to celebrities over the years but I all I could say to Carol Burnet was, "It's an honor to meet your Ms. Burnett" I then I walked away quickly and wouldn't talk to anybody for like ten minutes. WOW. Thank you Scott for making it happen.
I am soo trying to rewrite this script.