Verbose

Am feeling poorly, so for the evening last, it was the repertoire of fever, chills and headache for me. Following a din meeting wittering over an interesting and segmented movie project, I thought to leave myself with some quiet time, and so slipped of my heels [ how we suffer for our art! ] and slid into bed to sort out the mishmash that is Le Script, embroidering the tapestry of paragraphs one section at a time.

Regarding this blog, I realize that I am currently lacking a RSS feed, comment section, and ‘photo to guarantee 100% success’ [ sweet thought, that ], but this page is merely intended to be just as the title suggests, a place for impromptu thoughts. And yes, anyone who is written on is directed to it.

I don’t mind attention, don’t get me wrong, but have all I need at the moment. For now, I will be that ‘antithesis of a blogger…NOT wanting attention’. Sorry for the inconvenience. J

Chelsea Hotel #2 by Leonard Cohen, covered by Rufus Wainwright.
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