mob

(over yonder...pdena city hall.)

lost in words. underwhelmed by scrutiny.
enraptured by civic engagement. spellbound by italian opera.
adopting new practices. applying new methods.
obsessed with the story. the symphony. the 2 steps. the layers.

by now, most of the arteest fam bam has had their share of
elizabeth gilbert moments-a-la ted.com... and recently the creative gods will not let up. they keep feeding the brainy brain and i humble myself as a puppet with no choice but to keep the flow going. this umpteenth thousand attempt at draft X of screenplay number X keeps on truckin.' this time, the mentors and colleagues have advised new approaches to character building techniques and it's making the process move at a much quicker pace... which is superb being that there are two other new stories brewing in the psyche. yowsa!

concurrently, i'm becoming more obsessed than usual with the state of world politics; how society impulsively reacts to headlines; and residual affects of hmmm... well, everything.

being grateful is an understatement.

damn these words.
they mob deep.