no more playing this work shit. not for me. i wrote 7 pages, and i think i know what the end is going to be. i wrote a short short -- rebecca talking about jacob. i think i'm going to go for the whole "short monologues of genesis women" thing. i just can't do the whole lengthy narrative thing to save my life at this time. maybe when i'm older. i have movie scenes in my head. just these clips that couldn't be translated into any other medium and would only be cheapened if brought into a lengthier piece. this is like that. this is like the girl who looks out the car window at the chain gang, looks at the driver's seat at her mother, crawls out the window and flies away. this is like the japanese tourists in a cathedral, all in a line, their arms outstretched, like they're crucified, an "i heart new york" baseball cap on jesus' head. this is how i work. in (yes, i will be vain and say it) beautiful (yes, beautiful) spurts.
