Ruminate

I don’t feel much like working on my script. I feel much more content to stare out my window, spacing and wandering down imaginary corridors of thought. 

My mom pointed out that most of my favorite shows get canceled. That’s not exactly comforting. Is that why writing in television isn’t better? Maybe Hollywood writers set out with scripts that show more than they tell, and that sort of craftsmanship, maybe, doesn’t get you far out west.

The second paragraph doesn’t explain the first, I’m just not in the mood to write. I actually haven’t eaten yet. It’s 3:25 PM, but I only just got up three hours ago. I forget that my day didn’t begin around nine. I’ll write later.

Need to ruminate.