Hotels

Some of the nicer hotels are not as nice as a notch down (that doesn't make sense). I'm really ADD right now. I'm listening to Bill Burr's podcast as I write this while I'm monitoring walkers out in the field. I just want to get my writing done before I get off work.

You can always relax better after you've done what you've agreed with yourself to do. I've made a commitment to myself to do yoga and write. My mind and my body and my comedy and my movie are included in those two.

I'm a little crazy right now due to a week alone in a strange town. Which brings me back to hotels. Why the fuck am I talking about hotels? I don't know. For some reason I wrote that down this morning.

My hotel is pretty cool; 47 inch flat screen, L-couch and wet bar area with a desk work area and then two queen size beds. It's clean, classy feeling, and nice. It also has a complimentary breakfast.

I'm not in the mood to write right now. I have no real desire to write about hotels.

I'm in Albuquerque. What to do here? I don't know, but I'm hoping I can get most of my screenplay finished. I have 47 scenes outlined and I've written the dialog for 14 scenes. I'm handwriting the first draft and will do the second draft in final cut.

That's all I have.