Friday, February 22, 2008
Talking to my mother on the phone is interesting. I tell her my script is being produced, she tells me I should do that for a living. She tells me she knows I want to write stories, she tells me to find a job that will let me do that. Doesn't she realize a 9 to 5 won't give me an office to write stories all day? Hmmm... too bad though. That would be an awesome job. I told her I was moving to Chicago and now I'm getting a lecture about not having the money, but it's still a good idea. I don't think she understands the mind of a creative person, but then again neither do I.