Desperately trying to find an opening for my new script. Opening is the hardest (and middle is the most frustrating, and ending is the most dangerous since you’ll want to end it as soon as possible). The bottom line is, writing a script is always difficult and it doesn’t get easier by time. Once you are familiar with the usual trappings, you’ll get more frustrated since the are less and less ways out. May be I shouldn’t be writing scripts. There are already too many movies. Why bother writing more movies. I guess I’m just in the middle of a frustration.

But I’ve been listening to songs that should give soul to the script. I’m suppossed to write a children movie. But the songs in my playlist are those from Elliott Smith, Can, Bright Eyes, and the likes. I hope the script won’t end up promoting suicides among children.

5 a.m.

Can’t sleep. Thank God for my endless supply of cigarettes. I killed the air conditioner in my hotel room. The damn thing doesn’t have any button or switch on it. The only thing to do it was to unplug the power cord. When I tried to plug it back on it didn’t work. I think I broke it. Oh well, I also burnt the bed sheet last night with my cigarette when I fell asleep while imagining what my face had I had a longer nose, a smaller lips, a bigger hip. Can’t do anything right in this small hotel room. It doesn’t even have a toilet. The sink is very useful when you can’t hold the urge to pee. Damn. The sun is rising. Gotta pack. And leave NYC.