the lame-but-also-awesome thing about silent film is that because you only have to pay attention to what's going on visually, it's really easy to pay complete attention and have an elaborate daydream happening at the same time.
so today i'm in class watching birth of a nation and i had this three hour daydream about finally writing and eventually publishing this book that i've been outlining and working on for about a year and a half. and it made me think of how even when i was a kid i used to dream about getting something published, and how over the years i've forgotten how important a goal that was for me. it's weird how things drift in and out of your foreground.
in any case, it made me excited to be done school and have some time to seriously read and, even more excitingly, write.
i'll probably end up one of those sixty year old retirees still working on that one great novel that will never really be finished and certainly never see the press, but it's still a fun daydream...