You know that scene in Somethings Gotta Give, when Diane Keaton is sitting at her desk in the bedroom of her Hampton’s home? …There is French cafe music playing in the background and all of her creative juices are flowing. I Love that. Sometimes I think I could write a play, or at least a few scenes; like the Pixar Shorts of a play. I’ll act the whole thing out in my head. There have been times when it seems so funny I can actually make myself laugh out loud. And I’ll think “this is really good.” But two days later I can’t remember a single word. And I think I should have written that down. What’s up with that?
And why don’t I have a really cool desk in a spacious room with tons of natural lighting and 10 foot ceilings… at my house in the Hampton’s?