Quiet Time

As many of you know, I am in Atlanta with ArtWithin, attending their writer’s symposium this weekend.

(Alice, I think I am going to miss you by a few hours on Sunday – tell Clare that I said hello. That should freak her out, as I would have just seen her a few hours earlier…)

The symposium is a wild ride as always. A very smart bunch of people gathered in the room to wrestle with issues of art and faith and creativity and humanity and where to eat lunch.

Also a bunch of script readings, and late night screenings.

No sleep, but a hoot.

Just saw a screening of an unreleased movie, He Was A Quiet Man, produced by Mike Leahy, starring Christian Slater and William H. Macy. A very timely film, strong story and nice direction. Christian Slater has never been better in a film, completely disappearing in the role.

Mike Leahy is a friend, so I was very pleased that his movie is so good. Hate it when friends make bad movies. Becomes kind of a strain.

“Wow, that was… was… well that sure was what it was, wasn’t it?”

Awkward.

Just my thoughts,

Sean