sometimes you wake up on a Sunday night (third time in four hours) and you have the most clear thought in your head that you dig around for an unused field notes notebook and you quickly scrawl it out so you can remember it later. and, as far as you're able to tell the next day, it's shouting at you in manic, scribbly diagonal lines.
"in the end, I intend to write about all of it. and it will show up in scripts and it will show up in poems and stories and my blog and sometimes on Facebook, too...