so, i think i might move to LA. the more i think about it, the more plausible it seems, the more likely it seems, and the more right. I told my dad, he seemed to think it was a good idea, I mean, even if nothing comes of it, at least i tried. Its just that i cant seem to think of anything else but film lately, its consuming me. Short story here, short story there, this would make great exit music, this is a sex scene song, a woman holds a child, a man gives in. Things like that, and all these beautiful tapestries of color and composition keep coming to me in the form of a rectangle, and all i need to do is get them moving. All i need to do is get me moving.

Im so afraid, but also pushed, by something unnamed, i cant put my finger on it.

I have no idea how this all will pan out, but for some reason i just feel like this is a good idea.

On the other hand, i wouldnt mind working on a boat in bora bora for a year or two. 

Whenever, whatever.

Its now or never i think.

nervous,

jcole