Blah

Lately, that’s how I feel day in and day out. I’m so sick of feeling like this. It’s probably because I feel like my writing is never good enough. I have no inspiration lately to write or to do anything. Probably because of the comments I’ve received recently from various people who have read my work. Like the manager who said my comedy is good, but needs two or three more rewrites to be great and doesn’t offer any suggestions on how to improve it. Well, fuck you, buddy. I think it’s great already. It’s the best I can do. You can go fuck yourself if it ain’t good enough for you. Bitch. And my producer friend who says to rewrite all of my dialogue in my horror/thriller. All of my dialogue? Fuck you, motherfucker. This coming from a guy who produced one of the biggest turds I’ve ever seen. Just because I’m a screenwriter doesn’t mean you can piss all over me. Okay? Or maybe I’m just not a good screenwriter. But I’m doing the very best I can. Yet, it never feels like it’s good enough. I’m sick of feeling this way. No wonder I feel so blah.