Well, I have acutally done it. I started my journal. Why? I have no clue, I guess it is something to do, something to pass time as the television season comes to an end. It is also a reason for me to write without writing.

Don’t understand? Well maybe I can explain it to you better. I am a self proclaimed writer. I write screenplays. I moved down to Los Angeles from Tacoma, Washington to do it. I hate writing (even though I placed it as one of my interests) I just absolutely hate writing. It is a chore. I tend to procrastinate whenever I need to write. Why? Good question, and I really don’t have a satisfactory answer. Maybe I’m afraid that my screenplays never live up to the expectations in my head, or that no one likes thems. Or maybe they just genuinely suck and I don’t want to write suckey things. Ahhh, the common problem among most writers. The fear of writing and criticism of the audience.

It’s funny, the film “Adaptation” captures this dilemma perfectly. When you start to write, your mind just wanders to something else. “What should I eat?” or “What shall I do tonight?” or “What should I have for lunch?” etc. etc. etc.

So I guess keeping this journal will help me, will train me to enjoy writing more. To not think of it as a chore. Will I keep this journal up? I don’t know, I may, I may not. What will I put in it? A bunch of things, some personal, some general, but all me.

Well I’m sure many of you are bored already, well tough, don’t read it. If you are not, and are actually interested in wanting to know me better, give me some time, and I’m sure I’ll put some personal things in here. Well that is the plan anyway.