It’s a guy with a dragon tattoo on his right shoulder, serpentine down onto a definitely airbrushed chest. He’s brandishing a similarly decorated kitana blade, looking all fierce and a little gay at the same time. Formidable indeed.

He’s a samurai.

That’s all I know of him. Nothing more and I really don’t care to know anymore.

* * *

It’s MLK day, a much welcome day off. All day offs are welcomed in my opinion.

I came out to my usual spot to do some writing after spending the last two working on my script. Finally done with my pages, sent late in the darkness of night, I’m now free to do this little free write.

I meant to write a little more, but I got distracted by catching up with the established screenwriter that I see in my usual from time to time.

It’s been a good few months since we’ve chatted and it was great to shooting the shit with him.

Now, I sit, working out my fingers, thinking of the day ahead and what I need to do.

I sit in patience not rushing my day, taking my time writing the words you see.

* * *

My mind wanders as I feel the fatigue behind my eyes and the tired sores that resides in my body. Why are they there? Why have I become as tired as of late?

It may have to do with the late nights I had the past couple of days, up late putting words on the page or just because I was bullshitting on something else, like my photography.

Work starts again tomorrow and I’ll be back to my normal routine soon enough. I’ll be rested and feeling normal in no time.

Oh Ki-yo, stop staring at me. You kind of creep me out with your steeling intensity burning through the negative reflection.

I’m not at my usual table that I have adopted for the past few months, but at my old old table that I would come and sit at when I first started to come here. I moved for a reason and it is very apparent why I had to move.

The fucking AC is blowing down hard on me again. Cold drafts of wind, falling from the ceiling, chilling me to the bone.

I have gotten a thin skin since I have moved down here. It’s been the past couple of years, but I don’t like it.

Not one bit.

* * *

Almost done.

I estimate about 10 to 15 pages left in this latest script of mine. I need to just write it out, get it down and turn it in. I need feedback on how to punch up the script. I need ideas.

These last 10 pages I submitted were horrible pages. Ideas are there but the writing is horrible and I’m sure some scenes are put in so I can pad the pages. I’m sure Scott can see that too, but I don’t care. Not right now. I need to get this done.

But I’m almost done. That’s something to celebrate.

* * *

Cooking challenges.

I have decided to do a new challenge similar to my 365 photography challenge and it involves cooking. I have decided to do 30 new recipes this year and so far I have done four. At the rate I am going, this shouldn’t be a problem at all. But we’ll see where I’m at later in the year. It sounds easy, but sometimes, I just don’t have the commitment to it.

We shall see.

We shall see.

* * *

It is approaching the end of my time here on this free day. Not as much writing as I wanted, but that’s okay. It was good catching up with Romeo & Aliyah.

I manage to get a few of my thoughts out and caught this void up with whatever is going on in my life currently.

Until next time, whenever that may be.