i was looking through my drafts and realized there are quite a few writings i've started, but never posted. i found this one and decided i'd post it, more for my benefit than yours.
march 18, 2009:
the other night i had a dream with spike lee. [i think we were shopping for furniture or something] i was asking him how he got to where he is. i explained that i wanted to be as inspirational as i feel his work has been, but i feel like when i write, nothing impressive reveals itself on the paper. i said "spike. i try to make my thoughts meaningful and sound deep, but they're empty."
and do you know what spike said to me, he said 'you just gotta write'.
