Just a note to let y'all know I am still writing.
I'm working on the "pitch" for my first screenplay and writing my second screenplay.
What follows is an excerpt from my second.
The main character, Martin is talking to his wife, Mary, after a tough day at the office .....
" I'll admit this to you. I am preoccupied with sex. As a subject. It doesn't show up much in my writing, because my writing is a break from the kind of thinking I normally do.
But I admit it to you. I am still 17 years old in some ways. I think about sex at work and on the bus. I think about it on the can, I think about with jam. I think about it while reading, "Green Eggs and Ham."
You get the gist.
I try to pair people up in my mind, I think about whether or not the couple holding hands at Starbucks are good in bed together.
I try piece together who at the office is sleeping with each other.
I think about, if I was single, would I pursue a certain gymnast from my past.
Most of all I think about tantric experiments you and I should try.
But all that came (no pun intended) to a stop while contemplating my recent job change/promotion.
When did success in the workplace become more important that autonomic pursuits of the flesh?
17 becomes 40 awful quickly now a days, you know what I mean, Mary."
