On procrastination.

Just to be clear, I love writing. I love the surge of thoughts and joy that come from an hour or two of steady outlining or typing that (hopefully…) ends in creative success. What I don’t love? Starting to write. It’s funny how these things work out.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been pondering my script, anxious to see where the plot twists and character decisions will take me. But does that mean I’ve started? Of course not. Instead of writing, I’ve been doing a variety of other things that are generally pointless. These things include, but are not limited to: exploring the Internet on StumbleUpon, watching old episodes of Modern Family, organizing my closet, painting my nails, and playing with orphaned Alaskan Huskies that I’m not allowed to adopt.









I guess I should start off by saying that today is my first day working here as an intern with Script Frenzy. My first task? To write a little bit about myself. Sounds easy enough, right?

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