I have never seen the movie, but:
I just want to say anything. ANYTHING! And all I know is that’s the title of that movie. And I’m kind of surprised I’ve never seen it, because I think I’ve liked pretty much everything I’ve seen John Cusack in. I don’t know if I really like-liked Being John Malkovich though. That was all kinds of weird, and I don’t get movies that are supposed to make you think, especially in some sort of surreal way. I want it all out there for me, easy peasy. Same with my TV. Except with Lost. That show’s just taking me on a ride, and I like it.
I’m reading something that isn’t fluff, though. The Shack by William P. Young. I am not a theological scholar or anything, but I like the author’s interpretation of the kind of relationship God wants with me. I usually read books quickly, just plow right through them. I read the entire Left Behind series in two weeks. Not so with this book. It gives me so much to think about… and I had to look up paradigm. I really felt like I should’ve understood that term, too. I also really felt like the author has some great insights, and I hope he’s right about a lot of them.
I have four unfinished drafts. I begin typing with reckless abandon, only to stall out mid-post like the Hyundai I had would in the middle of accelerating.
WHY CAN’T I WRITE?!
All that’s running through my mind right now is the uber critical decision of whether I should paint my fingernails Catherine the Grape now, or wait until tomorrow night. Which is really tonight. I’m wondering why I didn’t do any of my Bible study homework.
I don’t know.
A picture is worth a thousand words:
I am under construction.