Wednesday, November 08, 2006

On the Road Again

This time I am in Florida, working with a screenwriters’ retreat. This trip is a couple of weeks, which I suppose isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things.

What is long is that I didn’t have internet capability until now. I had to spend five whole days focused on things at hand, paying attention to my fellow human beings that share my time-space continuum.

I’ve had to talk with people without typing; looking at each other with no screen protecting us.

I’ve had to play cards with people at the same table as me, relearning how to laugh without the use of parentheses and colons.

I’ve had to figure out what the weather was like by looking out the window, or going the extra drastic phase of stepping outside and experience weather corporeally.

I may even be experiencing life corporeally.

Man, existence can be hard sometimes.

I could take a walk right now on the beach, feeling the sand between my toes and giggling at the shock of a cold wave, all while marveling in G-d’s creation… But the internet is back up, so maybe I’ll just download a few ocean screenshots instead.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

4 comments:

Ben said...

Sounds like you're in technology rehab.
The first step is to admit you have a problem...

~B.

Anonymous said...

Where oh where are you? I guess I should check up on the Act One schedule to keep up but this one sounds a bit more intense than their weekenders. If you want to come by Disney World for the Food & Wine fest, e-mail me!
We are having particularly fantastic weather right now. Enjoy the sand.

Gaffney said...

I'm in the Pensacola part of the state, working with Art Within.

All I know about Pensacola is that there were jets in the previews for the short lived tv series, and that we aren't near the Mouse. Haven't seen any jets lately either, come to think of it.

I am in a gorgeous beach house where I can watch the sunset over the water. Hard to complain.

-Sean

clare said...

I'm jealous! Jealous of the fabulous minds you're with and the fabulous talks you'll all have about life, the universe and all the unending possibilities of what their stories could turn into... Ah, the early stages of scriptwriting, so romantic. Of course, this too shall pass and the Chosen Five will have to make a hard landing on a blank page soon!
mwa ha ha ha ha.
Oops, I mean, ahem, I'll be praying.
(so glad they have you!)