Now Playing: The Quiet Man, starring Maureen O'Hara
I have to admit that there is a plus to not being chosen as the new Rance. I have received no death threats thus far.
However, there are cons. I have received no comments at all! Ha, it's like I don't even exist. Maybe I don't. Maybe it's all in my mind. You know it could be, because no one is watching this blog anyway.
Oh yes, and remind me not to go see a movie I have a bad feeling about. I can't believe I saw Collateral. Sure, there were a few good moments, but it was almost entirely unbelievable. Tom Cruise's character was really sloppy and any decent cop would have caught him in an instant.
Oh well, my date was hot. He's an actor that has been in a few good movies. He has the same shade of hair colour that I do. Um, better not say anymore or my identity might be revealed.
The only bad thing about my date is that he is afraid of the "L" word. We have had a few dates, a few kisses, but he talks so practically, that there isn't an ounce of romance in our relationship.
This has driven me to consider writing a really romantic script, with reaalllly to die for romantic lines like those old Humphrey Bogart movies had.
If anyone wants to steal this idea, go right ahead. We don't have enough utterly romantic films out there that make your heart beat fast enough.
Talk to you soon.
Oh wait, I would just as soon be talking to myself, so why post here?
Because I'm a writer, that's why!
Which got me into this mess in the first place. Because Rance doesn't like writers, he didn't even interview me. Which means I don't get any comments, be it death threats or adulation.
So I may write what I please, but does it really please me? Because isn't the joy in life about pleasing others?
Maybe if I threaten to kill myself unless someone posts, someone will post. However, that would be pointless, because my life is too good right now to kill myself.
Although I am estranged from my two best friends back home. They won't even talk to me. I wonder if it's because I haven't been a good friend (which I have been) or if the distance is too great a barrier for the great friendship we once had. I call them and they're not there. They've made other friends.
OK, the price of fame. I've met new and exciting people, but right now I feel so isolated.
Did I say life was too good right now?
TO BE CONTINUED...