Today was pretty normal for what has become my 'days.' Really, what I do is watch Jamie leave in the morning for her language school, wander around the flat looking for things to do, read, watch tv, email. But it only lasts for so long. This is one thing that I can't stand, the point when you have nothing to do, therefore, completely pointless. Really though, I'm waiting. Yes, I could be out there looking for work at English pubs, but I'm waiting on what happens tomorrow. My contact from Stillking Films finally comes back into the country tomorrow, so I will see what comes of that. But for now, something else has caught my attention.
Jamie came home talking about something she saw on the Prague Post today, the local newspaper for us English speakers. It's got news around the country, and job postings. But it is mostly for TOEFL certified individuals, which is Jamie soon enough. That English teaching thing just is not for me, but I'm sure it pays more than the Anagram bookshop. Oh, right, what she came home to tell me. She came home to tell me that The Prague Post is hosting a screenwriting contest. Anyone can join, as long as you are a Prague resident. I was about to contact my buddy Nick, long time roommate from long ago, but then, he's not here next to me in Praha. Next time good buddy. Regardless, I definitely want to enter, and since I have until the end of November, and nothing to do the next couple days (I probably start work at Anagram on Tuesday, unless something else comes along), I should definitely get my butt into high gear and start writing. I already have the plot, but I wont spoil it here. I'll wait until later to publish it.
But again, this is another example of Jamie and I vying for the top spot in the writing category. She's been renovating her play she wrote while in Lit class in Budapest. She and I were the only two people in a class of 12 that wrote a play, while the others wrote a short story, poems, or self-proclamation on the anti-Jewish properties of the Magyar people (you would have to be there to understand, trust me). So, while I write now, I remember those times, and I smile because our little writing conflict never seems to end, and we always end up in some competition, vis a vis writing, anyway.
The play. Stay tuned.
Jamie came home talking about something she saw on the Prague Post today, the local newspaper for us English speakers. It's got news around the country, and job postings. But it is mostly for TOEFL certified individuals, which is Jamie soon enough. That English teaching thing just is not for me, but I'm sure it pays more than the Anagram bookshop. Oh, right, what she came home to tell me. She came home to tell me that The Prague Post is hosting a screenwriting contest. Anyone can join, as long as you are a Prague resident. I was about to contact my buddy Nick, long time roommate from long ago, but then, he's not here next to me in Praha. Next time good buddy. Regardless, I definitely want to enter, and since I have until the end of November, and nothing to do the next couple days (I probably start work at Anagram on Tuesday, unless something else comes along), I should definitely get my butt into high gear and start writing. I already have the plot, but I wont spoil it here. I'll wait until later to publish it.
But again, this is another example of Jamie and I vying for the top spot in the writing category. She's been renovating her play she wrote while in Lit class in Budapest. She and I were the only two people in a class of 12 that wrote a play, while the others wrote a short story, poems, or self-proclamation on the anti-Jewish properties of the Magyar people (you would have to be there to understand, trust me). So, while I write now, I remember those times, and I smile because our little writing conflict never seems to end, and we always end up in some competition, vis a vis writing, anyway.
The play. Stay tuned.
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