writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
Time to forget for a moment the madness and mayhem and the apocalyptic fever dreams and just close your eyes and imagine you’re out on the dance floor with the most delectable babe* of your dreams groovin’ it to this new release written and performed by my youngest son and produced by my eldest son…
#rockon
#likeyourlifedependedonit
*non-gender specific
So, the past couple weeks I’ve been in a last-minute frenzy (the best way I find to write) to finish the screenplay for a feature film version of Leave.
Yeah, we’re now – no jokin’ – just days away of getting Leave, the short film version*, in the can and we will soon be submitting the production (and let me tell ya, it’s been one hell of a production (to say the least)) to all the various and sundry film festivals throughout the lands near and far.
And, as we’re all hoping (I know, I know all you hardcore military grunts – HOPE IS NOT A COURSE OF ACTION!), and some of us are even borderline expecting, that there will be some interest after seeing the short film from the moneyed movie moguls who will be out there cruising all the various and sundry festivals looking for their next feature film project…