I recently came across this picture from a trip to Alaska I took about 5 years back. When I saw it, I realized that if I wanted one last imprint on the world, a picture of me wearing a shit-eating grin with the wind whipping at my hair wouldn’t be terrible at all.
I actually opened Final Draft last night for the first time in god knows how long. If things go right, I might just open up a blank file…or maybe I’ll save that for tomorrow.