Howard Roark

"I often think that he's the only one of us who's achieved immortality. I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean that he won't die some day. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they're not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict—and they call it growth. At the end there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment? But Howard—one can imagine him existing forever."

—The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand

In Your Eyes, Your Sorrow Shows

Started writing something brand new. Had to put aside an older project that I was just blocked on. Feels good to be making real progress on something. Can't tell you how frustrating it is trying to crack an old script that's just been clunking around in my drawer for years.

I feel a bit bad putting the other script aside, but these things are all about timing. For right now, I think it'll be easier for me to carve out this totally new script than to try to wrestle with that old one. Sometimes your heart's just not into it.

I think it's the pressure to have a new spec script ready before the writers strike is resolved. Something to jump start the old momentum.

This new script's more fun and exciting for me. I need something that keeps my fire going. I'll go back to problem-solving the old portfolio script after I've cranked this one out. I just need a little heat to get me through some cold days...