Like I promised, July has been a month-long break. I tried watching and reading more but all I acquired is an acute case of social awkwardness. I have lost all my personal communication abilities whatsoever. I can rarely relate and empathise unless we're talking about a fictional character. I am more lost now than ever. But as they say, lost is a good place to start. I've been thinking about what I want to do next because clearly, being the Jill of All Trades of Filmmaking is not going to last forever for me. Eventually, one way or another, we must choose one thing if we want to be any good.
In this road to self-discovery a.k.a. indulgence, the only thing that has been coming up recurrently is the idea of writing to be read. Not really writing for profit nor writing as a profession, but just writing stuff that other people can also read (or see, if it's a screenplay or a stage play.)
I have not decided on my fate yet but whatever I decide to do or become will require a healthy body and sound mind. So for now, I need to take a shower and step out to eat. Such is the challenge on a lonely, rainy, Sunday night.
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