No One Is Reading This

Of course, I know that someone is reading this, but I no longer take in mind who, when, where, or why. I think this is just a good release for whatever I have to say, without any restraint as to who might judge me as a malcontent or some sort of rebel without a cause. Perhaps I am neither, or perhaps I am both. Who am I to impose this simple decision?

I've found that script writing is much more challenging than noveling or poetry. Of course, poetry produces less content in more time, but script writing seems to be the axiom for which I reach when I write. My dialogue needs to be clever, easy to understand, believable, and yet still thought provoking and distinctly my own.

I long the day when I will write for the world, and yet answer only to myself.