I Think There Are Few Films Out

Everybody's Damaged By Something.

Once I Spent A Whole Day There, A Blade Of Grass In Each Hand To Anchor Me To The Warm Earth. I Watched The Sun Rise, Pass Over My Head And Set. Ladybirds Mated On My Knuckle; A Shrew Nibbled A Hole In My Stocking While I Tried Not To Laugh. Such A Day Was Worth Any Punishment.

...sentences Swallowed And Sung Back And Swallowed All Over Again. She Was Made Entirely Out Of Words.

I'm Really Not One Of These Procrastinators Who Cleans The House In Order To Put Off Writing, But Life Gets In The Way.

I Wrote The Novel [room], And Then I Thought, "this Could Work On Film, And I Want To Be The One To Do It." So I Went Ahead And Drafted It.