Mondays mean writing days. Yesterday I: Wrote an 8-minute screenplay to be filmed in the summer, entered a writing contest (http://www.writermag.com/storycontest), applied to four free lance writing gigs, will send in a submission to http://showcase.slamdance.com/Writing-Competition by the end of May.
Mused over: Film scores, a death scene, dialogue:
WAITER You left your wallet here, buddy.
JOHN When did I do that?
WAITER When you was last here.
JOHN When was that?
WAITER When you left your wallet. Expect me to
--Dark City (1998), Alex Proyas