My problem is, I consider myself a fairly decent writer and a good human being, but I'm a horrible blogger because I'm just not egocentric or self-obsessed enough to write, on a daily basis about me and what I think and what I feel, blah blah blah.

This is not a new phenomenon for me, for thirty some odd years my attempts at writing journals always failed, too. I'd buy a blank book, write a few entries over a week or so, then forget to write anything else for two or three years.

Lately, at age 50, and after two heart attacks, I've been trying to simplify my artsitic/creative ambitions and focus on just one or two things. I was focusing mostly on songwriting for a few years, but I was getting nowhere because I didn't have the money to either buy myself a better home recording rig, or to pay for studio time. I was mostly focusing on writing Southern Gospel Music, and tere's no money in it, I was just doing it as a labor of love. But, unfortunately, that means that "Love" requires an investment of cold hard cash.

So I've gone back to screenwriting. My 2003 screenplay, a romantic comedy originally titled "Righting Mr. Wrong" has been renamed "Lombard Street" and I've written a few more scenes to get up up to the required length of about 120 pages. The cool thing is using Lombard Street as both the new title AND the central metaphor, gives me a spiffy new tag line, "LOVE is the Crookedest Street in the World!"

I should have this revision done within the week.

I'm also about halfway through a new screenplay titled, "Strictly Iowa." a buddy picture about two young Iowa filmmakers who are lured to Hollyweird to do their first big-time studio picture. Sort of Mr. Smith Goes to Hollywood meets Barton Fink.

Later.