Writing, and naked orgy female ejeculation
I’m actually becoming a bit sick of people referring to themselves as ‘writers’ despite the fact they actually don’t write anything.
Possessing the mind of the writer is a curse I would wish on no one. What rational human being lives in a constant dream state, in the nether region between reality and fiction their entire life? What healthy human being wakes up in a cold sweat at 3 am on a Monday morning, because an idea has suddenly popped into their head, and they feel they must put it down before it goes astray?
Unlike any other art form, people who proclaim themselves to be ‘writers’ need no evidence of it being so. There is no reason to churn out publicly accessible work for a mass of people to critique at once, unless you are a film writer.
A Guy I know
At current, in my ’scripts’ folder, I have 14 short films scripts, 7 feature film scripts and 2 Novel’s sitting in either an unfinished/finished or polished state. However, out of those 23 scripts on my hard drive, 3 have been produced, one has won awards, one has done nothing, and one is a feature.
Now it is time to turn to bed, where I will no doubt wrestle with my idea’s, reality and this incessant sleep, when I eventually drift into my favourite state of all, the dream state.
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