AstraAngel Please Help
Hi AstraAngel (Yes Im back lol!)
I just recently discovered (yesterday) that Tim is "talking" to this other new girl at my job and asked her out. I'll admit Im sort of crush especially since I work and hung out with the girl (even though she has a bf) but I still get the feeling he likes me-I just don't know if I really want to talk to him-Im not bitter or anything he just acts to weird even before this happened with the new girl-he acts scared to talk to me and then when he does, it's like why do you talk to everyone and not me but then you finally get the courage to and say you want to talk.
I've just been slightly ignoring him-saying hi and bye barely starting or engaging in conversation because he acts way to shy or weird when it comes to talking to me whilehe freely talks to everyone around me.
Why does he act like he has a hard time communicating with me while he talks to everyone else just fine?
Does he still like me?
Has he noticed any change in my behavior-what does he think of it?
Why didn't he ask me out right off the bat like the other girl?
How should I go about this now?
Bumpity bump lol
I have not forgotten you, I have to head out for a bit right now, however I will circle back with you later today and address your questions. I hope your Sunday is nice, peace and blessings...
Thanks Astra-looking forward to it!
I hope your Sunday is nice too and hope your headed somewhere lovely-Blessings to you too
I'll run through your questions and see what shows for you...
1. Why does he act like he has a hard time communicating with me while he talks to everyone else just fine?
The Hermit - I think he especially is attracted to you, however he is freaking out over trying to talk to you - he is shy like you said. He is having a difficult time getting past his fear there.
2. Does he still like me? Ace of Cups - oh YES. He likes you too much, which accounts for him being shyer with with you than the others. He is compensating by asking out someone he CAN talk to.
3. Has he noticed any change in my behavior-what does he think of it?
The Tower and King of Pentacles - Yes, he's pickup up on something with you... which has his usual calm and cool collected self melting when he is around you.
4. Why didn't he ask me out right off the bat like the other girl? Probably for the reasons already sited, He is TOO attracted to you and is having a hard time approaching you out of fear of rejection... Eight of Swords - yeah, he's got himself pretty worked over you and is that s actually creating a block.
5. How should I go about this now? Knight of CUPS - YOU should approach him, and offer to meet up for something very low key and informal... maybe lunch together at work, or coffee over the weekend, something nice and simple like that. Simply be honest, tell him you like him and want to get to know him a little better.
I asked "How will that turn out for the two of you?" and drew the SIX of WANDS - beautiful, beautiful. You really need to approach him Asia, he is imprisoned away from you because you have stirred something in him he hasn't felt before. He is frightened of this energy-feeling with you, only because is it is new. You will be pleasantly surprised by reaching our to him.
Hey, I hope that helps Asia! I hope all is well with you and that your creative efforts are going well, I am painting and that is feeling nice.
Blessings and love from heaven to you...
Thanks Astra-and I thought that what the case is-she is easier to talk to-she is rather easy going. I just would feel terrible about hanging out with him or anything knowing I like him and now he's talking to a girl I am cool with. I think I should just forget about it honestly because even though me and this girl are good friends (I associated with her about a month ago)-I dont want to feel terrible about anything and I dont want her to be angry with me.
What do you suggest I do?
Why don't you script a little movie using your two friends there, this dude and the girl - you have a three way drama in the making, turn it into a movie. You have an HD cam?
You need to start making movies with the people around you NOW and get that out there like tomorrow.
Then you can "collaborate" with them creatively, have fun, advance your career, AND have a shot at romance without even trying.
Finally have the chance to say thanks Astra!
Great Idea hahaa-that would be awesome too bad I don't got a HD Cam-Ive been looking around for a camera though but a good one-even the 35mm that the big budget guys use-they now have digital ones that dont need film but their expensive as are most nice cameras but anything for the arts right lol!
Hope you've been good Astra! Hey gotta a surprise for you-its a script Im working on-its still in the working stages being that Im mostly focused on my big feature movie mostly (its one of the scripts Ive gotten through the fastest) but this one is pretty great too.
Basically its the story of a man waking up in the middle of the night in the lying dead in the back of a car. He suddenly arises, not knowing who or where he is. To make matters worse, two dead bodies sot in the passenger seat, a hotel room key in his pocket, and a bag of cash. What follows is a world of hallucinations, deathly nightmares and mayhem-feeling trapped. Is he insane or is this all just a bad dream?-this is Night on Edge:
Black as h e l l Everything is covered in pure darkness.
Heartbeat POUNDS and POUNDS over and over again. Grows louder and louder every second.
I'm at a dead end. A dead end....Linda...Linda...Linda.
He awakes. Eyes open slowly. Nothing but a whitish-grey ceiling-a cotton sheet.
He tears the cotton sheet off his face.
Looks down at the sheet-blood stains towards the end
****! Where am I?
He looks up. A grey ceiling-Car ceiling
He looks down. A dusty window.
He looks futher down at his hands. Covered in blood.
He looks to his left-driver's seat-another hand smeared in blood-The hands of another man.
He looks up. A man's-eyes closed, dead as can be bloody all over facing his way.
He looks to the left-Passenger Seat-A dead woman, head tilted on the cracked, dusty, bloody window.
MAN panics-Breathing harder and harder. He touches the lady.
Her body slumps further. He jumps back.
What the ****-What happened?
He rises to look at the mirror.
There lies the scarred and rugged yet handsome JIMMY BIANCO-Unfortunately for him, he doesn't realize it.
He touches all over his face. No, not familiar.
...Who is this ghost that stares me in the face?...Who am I?
He looks to his right. A black duffle bag sits above him.
JIMMY squints his eyes. He reaches over and grabs the bag.
And looks inside. $50,000-cold hard cash.
He looks around and frowns-What the **** is going on-is this a tainted dream?
He looks back up at the dead man in the front seat.
DAMMMIT-A HEARTBEAT POUNDS in JIMMY's ears. Grows louder and louder.
CRYING and RANDOM VOICES mix in with the POUNDING HEARTBEAT.
JIMMY covers his ears-pain is all he feels, the sound is filling his eardrum.
He frantically lifts the lock of the door and tries to push open the car door. No luck.
He tries again and again on the same door. No luck. SOUNDS grown LOUDER and unbearable.
GUNBLASTS fill his ear. JIMMY screams. His eardrums are bursting in pain.
He moves from door to door trying to unlock every door. Nothing works. He is trapped.
Smoke appears out of nowhere-fills the air inside and outside the car.
Sweat pours down his brow and body. SOUND is completely bursting now.
JIMMY LASHES and BREAKS the window open over and over again.
HE CLIMBS out and CRAWLS and RUNS OFF.
HE takes a breather. He turns back. Car is perfectly fine. Everything is intact.
He looks down at his arm and hands glass, cuts and blood is everywhere.
A piece of glass sticks from his forearm.
He pulls it out, grinding his teeth and biting his pain with every second. PULLS completely out.
****! (throws glass piece on the ground)_
He walks up to the car.
Looks all inside.
Nothing there. No dead bodies just the bag of cash sitting in the backseat.
JIMMY can't believe his eyes.
It can't be. I know Im not crazy. They we're here. I swear they were here....Maybe its a good thing, there gone. I don't feel like a walking corpse.
So what do you think Astra-Id love to hear your opinion?
This is wild - very visual, very evocative. As I was reading it I was seeing everything you were writing. Very vivid, I mean it seems very real.
Now, I am left wondering what happens now!
Great work, your style is amazing, this would be so easy to shoot from, you are incredibly talented... is this the way the movie begins?
Keep going, you are on your way. Hey, will you remember me and see if you can get me a pass into one of those fanci Holllywood parties, I can say... .hey, I am here because of HER... and point to you.
And then I start smashing the windows, and gun shots go off, and ****.o
:LOL: just kidding...
Blessings hope all is going great for you cuz that is your destiny!
Thank you Astra-I really appreciate your review! And your sure to get your film pass-VIP hotel stay and everything!!!!!! Lol and yes this is exactly how it starts-I felt it was very ambiguous. yet vivid and thrilling all at once it'll be shot in deep black and white like old style film noirs. I'm planning to finance me a professional camera andbuy my own editing software as well as laptop to shoot this myself-I know it'll look great -Do you need to get approved to finance anything from best buy (cameras specifically)-I have no credit?
Hey what do the cards say about me creating my own movies professionally (Im buying me equipment)?
Sorry Astra but I have a short film script I completed (the one I sent to film contests) Here is the script-would love your critique on it. (This one will also be shot in deep contrasting black and white like a film noir)
EXT.CONEY ISLAND BEACHFRONT-NIGHT
Brooklyn. 1948. The lush sounds of ocean waves simmer through the breeze. Approaching footsteps crunch against sand. JACKIE ROSS, 33 years old, scarred, tough looking guy, -slightly tattered, holds his bloodied torso with gun in hand as he struggles to walk across the sand.
Secrets always seem to come out at night. The demons hidden in the shadows, the ghost of the past in the deep holes, and the snakes in the dark corners-Everything shows its true colors-even if it isn't as black as we want it to be. There's no sense of running-there is no escape.
MONTAGE OF FUTURE EVENTS:
a.) A man stands still as a door creaks open.
b.) A woman stares at the streets from her car window.
c.) A man lies dead and bloodied by the telephone pole in the hotel room.
EXT.NEW york STREET-Night
SUBTITLES: EARLIER THAT NIGHT...
Its late night in New York City. Various neon lights of the local establishments flicker on and off. The rain slicked streets are dimly lit by the streetlights.
JERRY ROCCO, 32 years old, JACKIE ROSS, and his girlfriend VIVIAN GREEN,29 years old spring around the corner into an alleyway, with a bag of cash and guns in their hands.
POLICE SIRENS fill the air.
The group turns the corner into another dark alleyway where their car sits.
JACKIE, VIVIAN and JERRY jump into the car, JERRY speeds off.
JACKIE and VIVIAN glance outside the window.
Slow down a little.
The cops speed right past them.
Everyone's eyes follow the police car disappear.
JACKIE leans back as he lights his cigarette.
It was supposed to be my last caper, $350,000-the kind of money you go off on for little while. I wanted a chance to get away for good. Next stop was Mexico. I was just hopin everything went as planned.
VIVIAN tries to light her cigarette but her light won't light. JACKIE lights it for her, VIVIAN smiles.
Been dreamin about this night forever.
No more dreaming doll, this is it. (kisses Vivian) And now, our chariot awaits.
You got the tickets?
No, I had Ritchie pick em up.
You better hope he picked up the right ones.
Course he did.
RICHARD TAYLOR, 29 years old, suave type-slick back hair, pressed black suit, smokes a cigarette as he walks toward an open suitcase-muddled with clothes, pictures, jewelery and cash.
Richard was an alright friend of mine. Blew into town a few years back from god knows where. I could always count on em to slide me outta trouble or help me on the run. But for some unknown reason, he always seemed to be the one running after something-just never knew what or why.
He looks at the pair of train tickets.
He throws them in the suitcase next to an old picture of a young boy, no older than 21, smiling ear to ear and an old picture with RICHARD, 24 years of age, sitting on top of a Cadillac next to the young boy.
RICHARD picks up the Cadillac picture and studies it, up and down. Fond yet painful memories.
a.) The shadow of a man, with gun in hand stands over the bloodied dead body of a young man in a dark alleyway.
I'm sorry Mr.Taylor, your cousin, has been murdered. Shot dead in an alleyway.
b.) The man slams the trunk.
What-Who the hell will do something like this!
c.) The man throws the body over the waterfront.
Calm down sir, Calm down!
man #2 voice:
He didn't deserve this.
d.) RICHARD stands, head bent down, eyes burning with anger over the grave site that reads: GIORDANO ROCCO.
I'ma get justice for ya Jerry-even if it kills me.
e.) RICHARD clips his hair with scissors, clips of his hair are scattered all over the sink.
f.) RICHARD shaves his face in the bathroom
g.) RICHARD grabs his ticket off the dresser that reads: CHICAGO to NEW YORK CITY, looks back at his reflection and walks out the room with suitcase in hand.
RICHARD tosses the picture down.
He lifts the gun from his dresser, fills the barrel with bullets and throws it in the suitcase, slams it shut and exits the room.
int.jackie's car (MOVING)-night
VIVIAN lies her head on JACKIE.
JERRY cruises down the roadway with one hand on the steering wheel.
The distant echoes of POLICE SIRENS return. JERRY looks behind him. The cop car catches his eye as it draws closer and closer.
JACKIE's hands scurry around as he grabs some of the spilled money, throw it the bag and into the back seat.
Hide the money! Hide the money!
VIVIAN throws a black sheet over the bag.
Dont worry, I got this.
The car comes to a smooth stop. The police car follows suit. JERRY sits, eyes focused on the rear view mirror as he takes a drag.
JACKIE lowers his gun inside his coat, keeping his hand on the trigger.
VIVIAN keeps her eye on JERRY.
The COP approaches the window.
License and registration please.
(digging for his cards)
On such a beautiful night, you guys find a way to waste time. Whats the trouble now officer?
Saw one of your tires out, just thought I'll tell you.
And you need my cards to help with that?
Its just routine, son.
JERRY hands him the cards.
The cop eyes read through it as if it was a novel. Something isn't right.
HE flashes the bright light onto JERRY's face.
You from Chicago?
Never been. Straight from New York.
COP keeps his eye on JERRY as his eyebrows furrow up a bit.
Well I must say you look awfully familiar, mister...uh, Rocco.
Don't know why. (smirks) Records pretty clean.
JACKIE squints at JERRY.
VIVIAN's eyes dart back and forth from JERRY and the COP.
(hands back the cards)
JERRY puts them inside his coat pocket.
You know, never seen or heard the name Rocco since I left Chicago, but hell I must be crazy.
JERRY looks down at the staring wheel.
Maybe. Night officer.
(hesitates to leave) Are sure I ain't seen you before?
COP walks towards his car, hops back in. JERRY's smirk fades away.
What the hell was that about?
JACKIE keeps watch on JERRY from the back seat as JERRY hops back on the road.
I shoulda known at that moment, somethin was wrong. The way the cop asked-I know he had to have known em. But JERRY wasn't from Chicago, or was he? (A beat) At the time, I never thought it'll matter anymore...too bad I aint a psychic.
The car pulls up against the parking lot lines, makes an utter stop. JACKIE hops out.
Be right back.
Tell him to hurry.
JACKIE nods, slams the door and struts inside the empty diner.
RICHARD sits in the far end of the with a cup of coffee, patiently waiting on JACKIE as he takes a drag.
Where's the money?
(taking a seat)
Sittin nice in the backseat.
Better hope my share is in.
Don't worry Ritchie, its all there. Trust they don't know nothin.
Sure that bitch aint picked it up and took off yet?
She aint gonna have the time too. (a beat) Fate's comin' her way.
RICHARD tosses JACKIE the tickets. JACKIE slides them off the table and puts him in his pockets.
Change of heart I see. How'd you find out?
Just stopped being stupid, should've known dames like her wasn't worth much. Went ahead and made the call. Guess I got plans of my own now.
You aint the only one.
VIVIAN sits still in the backseat, takes a drag and looks in the mirror.
That bastard must really be in love.
(looks back at VIVIAN) Too bad I got the prize
VIVIAN leans over, gives him a soft kiss.
(pinches his cheek) Love you Vinny baby. (a beat) That was a close. Damn cop, where'd he come from anyway?
Don't know. He must've picked me up before.
Least he didn't catch on to you and that kid. Could've been the end of us.
Yeah I know. I'll make sure Jackie's a clean kill, not like that other one. Get tired of livin as a dead man but then again, it has its perks. (A beat) We got till the end of the line baby.
All the way to Mexico.
Everyone anticipates the rest of the night, keeping quiet.
JERRY keeps his eye on the road with a sinister smirk.
Keep a eye on em Jackie, I wouldn't be too surprised if they had plans of their own.
JACKIE tightens his finger around the trigger in his coat pocket.
Thats why only got my mind on the cash. Aint got time to be thinkin about what they got in store. As long I get away-I'm good.
VIVIAN keeps her eye on the moving window with an evil grin.
The money bag slightly rattles as the car rides against the gravel on the road.
RICHARD keeps his focus straight on the road. Sits calm and collected.
Hope everything goes to plan for ya Jerry. That son of a bitch, is gonna pay, I'll make sure of it. Stole your life and your name. Bastard. Least he can't take away your memory. (a beat) Lord, please forgive for what I'm planning to do tonight.
JERRY pulls up alongside the sidewalk by the alleyway near a group of apartments.
Here we are ladies and gentlemen, our last night together. The final stop.
JACKIE and VIVIAN keep quiet as they stay in their seats.
VIVIAN turns to JACKIE, places her hand on top of his.
Our chariot awaits.
JACKIE throws back a smirk and picks up the bag of money. JERRY's eyes follow JACKIE's hand as he walks out the car.
JERRY hops out and STALKS the two down the dark alleyway as he PULLS out his gun.
JACKIE, IN A FLASH, KNOCKS over VIVIAN, SHOOTS towards JERRY and runs up a flight of stairs into his dark apartment with money bag in hand.
VIVIAN and JERRY CHASES right after him, with his GUN FIRING OFF.
JACKIE skips down another flight of stairs.
Go the other way!
JERRY and VIVIAN turn around and go back down the other flight of stairs into the dark alleyway, RUN TOWARDS the car only to see JACKIE swerve off.
JERRY and VIVIAN run towards the other end of the sidewalk, where another black car sits. The two jump inside and take off.
JACKIE speeds down the roadway, getting close to the boardwalk, mind crystal clear-determined to get away.
He looks in his rear view mirror. JERRY and VIVIAN are close behind. JACKIE speeds up.
JACKIE reaches his arm out the window and FIRES at the other car.
SHOTS are fired back. Glass shatters. JACKIE grunts as a bullet slams against his shoulder.
His body LUNGES FORWARD at the steering wheel. His foot slams against the pedal. The car, slides and swerves and against the gravel coming to an utter stop.
JERRY sees JACKIE fall out of the car and struggle to get up. VIVIAN smirks.
JERRY aims the gun at JACKIE but JACKIE shoots the tire. JERRY and VIVIAN jerk around as the car comes to a screeching halt.
JERRY and VIVIAN hops out the car and SHOOTS towards JACKIE as he runs away with the money bag.
Jackie! Jackie! You aint leavin with that bag, not tonight!
JACKIE turns around, with gun pointed towards JERRY.
Neither are you.
JERRY stays still, keeps his eye and gun pointed at JACKIE.
You're outta your fuckin mind.
Might be (a beat) but I aint leavin.
However you go home is entirely up to you Jackie. Don't make this harder than it has to be.
So this is how it ends doll?
Oh don't be so sentimental hun, least you have the memories.
POLICE SIRENS are heard once again.
VIVIAN and JERRY, are silent, trying to ignore the sounds as they keep their focus on JACKIE.
POLICE SIRENS become louder and louder.
You can keep the memories. Might to want to remember what its like on the outside, from a jail cell.
Red and blue lights shine on everyone's faces.
You son of a bitch, called the damn cops.
Yeah, I did. But if you guys don't mind, I gotta get goin.
JACKIE turns around. JERRY fires twice. JACKIE stumbles to the ground.
JERRY runs over, grabs the bag and hops inside the car.
She gives JACKIE a kiss on the cheek.
Sorry baby, just don't think it was meant to be.
A cop car pulls up. VIVIAN tries to catch up to JERRY
Vinny! Vinny! Wait! Wait!
JERRY takes one look at the cop car and speeds off.
TWO COPS hop out with guns pointed.
Put your hands where I can see em miss!
VIVIAN turns around, overwhelmed by all the guns and lights. She can't believe in one flash, she's lost it all.
On the floor now!
VIVIAN, in a trance, walks towards the cops, hands up and lies down on the ground.
JACKIE, limp and wounded, struggles to rise up and walk away from the scene while the cops hassle VIVIAN away in the car. He walks onto the nearby beach.
He limps as he makes it across the sand, blood drips everywhere, stains various spots of the sand.
Its kind of funny how everything ended. Everyone had an angle, a looming shadow. And in the end, it all came to light. Secrets have no tomb, the skeletons eventually come out to play.(A beat) I might've lost the money but least I get my last laugh(looks out to the ocean),even while I take my last breath.
JACKIE falls over unconscious next to the shoreline. Water seaps in his wounds and blood traces into the water.
VIVIAN looks out to the street from the cop car with a blank stare.
Its crazy. Fate has its own way of payback even when you think you've gotten away with something.
JERRY walks up the stairs with bag in his hand. Rubs his hair back as he approaches the front desk.
The hotel clerk slides him his keys. JERRY nods and heads up stairs.
He stops and looks upstairs. Something is holding him back-he doesn't know what to expect from now on.
JERRY lights himself a cigarette and walks on upstairs.
He slowly opens the door.
Nothing there. JERRY struts inside and closes the door. He throws the bag on the bed and enters the bathroom.
JERRY splashes water on his face and stares at his reflection.
He hears a soft knock at the door. JERRY slowly walks towards the door as he pulls out his gun.
Who is it?
Who wants to know?
An old friend.
JERRY looks puzzled as he gets closer to the door and opens it and jumps back into the shadow, hand tight on the trigger as the door creaks open.
RICHARD stands still.
How the hell do you know my real name?
Just ask my cousin Jerry Rocco.
JERRY's eyes widen. RICHARD fires, blows RICHARD back to the wall, the telephone falls on him.
JERRY'S FLASHBACK SEQUENCE:
a.) JERRY stands over and fires 3 gunshots in a young man sprawled out in the alleyway.
b.) JERRY slams the trunk of his car, looking over the boy's bloodied body.
c.) JERRY throws the wrapped up body over the waterfront and watches it splash in the water.
d.) JERRY snatches the wallet from the young man's pockets. Takes his money, identification card and driver's license and stuffs them in his pocket.
e.) JERRY walks away from the alleyway as if nothing happened and disappears into the night.
RICHARD aims gun at JERRY. JERRY nods his head "no" as he chokes off his blood, trying to utter the words. RICHARD fires one more bullet in JERRY's heart.
JERRY stops moving.
Now we're even.
RICHARD sees the cash spilled, all over the bed. He grabs the money and throws it in the bag.
RICHARD takes one more look at JERRY. He grabs the cash and exits the room, going down the stairs as he tucks his gun in his pocket.
What do you think?
WOW, your scripts really make these pages go deep fast. That's a good trick.
You asked about getting your own equipment and doing this yourelf - i got the Knight of Wands. Which is a big YES, go for it! You will be blessed in this right from the start.
Hey I keep seeing "TEXAS" on everything around here... signs... license plates... ads, you name it. And every time I do I think of you. What's going on there?
Hey, I have a Pansonic HD cam, I wish we could hook up somehow I would LOVE to start shooting movies. I was in movie once with Jodie Foster and Gary Busey and it was amazing, filmed in Savannah, GA. I was on film! No speaking role however i was thrilled to see myself on the silver screen! It was a pure fluke, serendipity that I got the role.
Your script is fantastic, I have cam we could start shooting tomorrow.
I have an idea how to do this that would be super FUN and EASY and would be super d duper HIT immediately
Thanks Astra Angel! Nothing much going on down here but of course my knowledge of whats going on is limited because I don't have a car to get around on my own but I in the city areas its very cool and nice-Ive been to downtown Dallas, like it alot but I live in the suburbs where its sortof slow and boring.
Im planning on getting my license soon though (which is the easier part) the problem is I dont know if I'll get a car. Ah Decisions, Decisions lol!
I would love to shoot tommorow but can't still can-just need to find a good time and a way to meet up with each other someway-just need to figure it out because you seem pretty awesome lol!
Hey couple questions for you Astra got home from work to day and it was ok and Tim's girlfriend (or the girl he talks to now) talked with me all day, not about Tim though, she doesn't know I did like Tim but I think its dying off now, sort of hurts but hey I'll live lol. I just wish things were different because even if he wasn't into her like that (which sometimes I suspect this is sort of a last resort thing) I couldnt bring myself to talk to him only because he goes out with a girl Im cool with and I dont ever want to be a last resort. I dont ever talk to him anymore-Its not that Im upset-its just I wish he had the courage to ask me out especially when I invited him to the movies-I feel kind of stupid like I will have a hard time dating any guy especially if they are wayyy tooo shy to ask me out. I would love a guy to talk to or go out with (I will take it slow however), not that Im desperate-I jut miss having fun and I hate the fact, I have no friends or anyone to hang out with or get close too.
Was Cameron's feelings hurt today (after C the girl at my job Tim talks too yelled at him)?
What kind of guy is coming into my life (I keep hearing about it from everyone-but so far no one lol)?
Does Tim know Im don't want to talk to him or hurt by the fact he never asked me out?
I am working on some movie ideas myself... sort of ambient weird stuff with dialogue... let's keep kicking it around. I am ready to do something, anything, to get out of this town, hit the road and start doing something fun for a change, Not that tarot isnt fun... movies seem more interesting to me... we are both writing a lot... I have some other irons in the fire and I am getting tired of waiting for heaven to do something. Ready to get a bus ticket and go.
I have some dialog scripts I am working on...mostly sort of dry humor...
I am ready to focus on helping someone ELSE become successful first, and then hopefully it will then help me in the long run. The challenge for me is finding anyone that wants to do ANYTHING in life thats a little adventurous... ... what happened to the dreamers? I still have the passion to do anything, chase anything, I get worn out trying to keep it as a solitary path, I really want to collaborate with someone, anyone to get something HAPPENING in life besides the usual boring crap.
Oh, I guess this is a tarot forum, so here is a card for you.
The Chariot - hang on!
Hey with you a 100% Astra lol! I must be a dreamer. Im pretty adventurous and this sense of boredom I have eats me alive at times. I just hate feeling like Im stuck in a position where I can't do as much for myself as I like when I want to do EVERYTHING for myself. Its just so many people have hurt me deeply in the past that I option to never ask for help again. I really wish I could share with someone like on a more intimate level but my heart is so guarded at times-I choose to keep people at a distance so Im less likely to get hurt. I always feel everyone is against me deep down and can self loathe at times and the next day love myself and feel I deserve attention and time being that I have so many diverse interest and knowledge about alot of things. I just wish I could share that with someone on a close level-makes me want to cry sometimes feeling so lonely and alienated at times.
Sorry Astra for that rambling and thats great that you're writing maybe I should direct it hehe whenever we meet-might be the next blockbuster. Hope everything is going well Astra
Asia, sounds great - you are on the right path... we'll keep kicking around some ideas here. although it is a tarot forum and not a film directors forum
There are forums out there that cater to that... like the forum on screenwriting gold mine
Ace of Wands
I mean, maybe in another life we could find each's username on that forum. It's possible. Only in another life though, not in this one.
King of Pentacles
There Asia, I hope you liked that reading... I see wonderful things coming for you still in your work, you are a firecracker and the whole wide world is your oyster ....
Hey! ANother great idea for a movie!
ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT OYSTER!
love and light