Constantly Talking Isn't Necessarily Communicating.

I'm Not Working On Anything. I Was Trying To Write Something New . . . I Guess The Goal For Me Now, At Least At This Point, Is To Try To Direct Again.

I Think Of Myself As A Guy Who Tries To Write Screenplays And Now Has Tried To Direct One. Anything More Than That Is Meaningless And It Gets In The Way Of Being A Real Human Being.

There Are Too Many Ideas And Things And People. Too Many Directions To Go. I Was Starting To Believe The Reason It Matters To Care Passionately About Something, Is That It Whittles The World Down To A More Manageable Size.

I Have A Personality That Tends To Be Somewhat Compulsive, And I Do Tend To Think In A Circular Way. I Dwell On The Same Things Over And Over And I Try To Figure Out Different Ways Of Looking At The Same Issue.

Story Ideas, But It's Also Musing On Stuff That I'm Thinking About. This Leads Me To This And This Leads Me To This. They're Kind Of Random And Haphazard. Often I Can't Find Anything. Somehow, By Doing That, Even Though I Don't Necessarily Refer To Them In A Specific Way, I Have Some Sort Of Architecture In My Head.