Treatise Concerning the Last Two Weeks.

It's been such a long time since I trusted my judgment enough to say that something is bullshit.
I feel smart being in theory classes. Theory is an amazing thing, you get so into it, and you think you understand all that's going on. Suddenly, you realize how stupid you are, you forgot that theory is just an attempt to add spice to some really tasteless food.

Some people will never understand that tasteless food is just tasteless food, and it should not be a part of their "intellectual" image that they say they like tasteless food.

I will never understand how anyone can enjoy "Breaking the Waves". Lacan, and other theories don't make a film like this one any better.

Now that I've read, I can safely distinguish good stuff from bullshit.

My characters move on their own now. I don't move them anymore, they do what they really want to do. not necessarily what's expected of them, but what they want...and that makes me very comfortable. I mean, you don't want to create a character that you always have to drive, that has absolutely no will power, that would be like writing your auto-biography.

I have fever. I had a dream that a friend met me when i was on my way to Hughada, and he was going to Vienna (so I met him half-way there!), and he said he was tired of this country, and that he wants to get out. I didn't ask him why.

This entry and the couple of entries before it are so dry, I realize that. I have various techniques to kill my readers .