screen play

My roommate sniggered at me last night as I was reading a screenplay from a friend. She will probably claim there no snigger, nor any such thought or emotion approaching a snigger. But in my blog it is a snigger. Probably because I am reading this screenplay as though it is a book and making notes on it. I think it is good with much potential. But in addition to all of that, I wish I could write. I've been blog stalking CEBlake tonight, who again has a wonderfully written blog. Not to mention the masterpieces of Becker. And though there are others of my readers who I stalk as well, I don't feel like pointing out how much of my time I spend spying on others.

Now there are those who painstakingly read this blog, which once in awhile is of interest. But for one who loves books so very much, I know how little skill I have. Not to mention that the writing skills that I do have will like be lost as they are honed toward writing and producing scientific literature. Growing up, we are often told that we could be whatever we want. But in actuality there are things that you need skills for. So I will continue to consume large quantities of literature and cheer on those with actual skill and insight.