Oh, wow. I can post from my phone. I couldn’t possibly think of anything more annoying than single finger typing and constant predictive text. Especially with my less than nimble fingers.
However, I am stuck inside waiting for my script writing tutorial, because of the miniature cyclone raging outside, so I must occupy my time somehow, meanwhile looking to everyone like I’m writing the longest text message of all time.
All I thought about in my first script writing lecture is how distressing it is to already know everything. Taking the word ‘everything’ with a grain of salt, however. Just the answers to newbie’s questions that you instinctively want to scream across the room.
Or yell out at the teacher about common short film length.
Look at me! I’m having a minor brain aneurysm holding my seasoned knowledge inside.
I am certain however, that past the introductory faze, it will be I whom receives an education.
Because despite my best efforts, I, in fact, don’t know it all.
P.S. The dangerous part is that this phone blogging business could be addictive.
In my previous post I pondered having a notepad surgically implanted in my hand, to jot down all my insightful thoughts whenever they crossed my mind. Scarily, a phone seems to be just that…