freezies

Between making movie-films, interning, and scanning key tags at ‘Big Ass Grin Fitness’ there is never enough time for… Anything, besides writer’s block, coffee runs, and shaking a martini shaker at ‘Way Too Much Pink Fitness’.

If I could freeze time, I swear… I would not…

Steal or loot a Blu-Ray player. I promise I would not look under people’s clothes. I wouldn’t kick anyone in the shin, or reposition their hands to touch themselves inappropriately. I doubt I would have the patience to save every kitten about to be hit by a car. Nor would I be forward-thinking enough to slip a cloth grocery bag into every shopping cart. I doubt I have the upper body strength to drag criminals into the backseats of police cars. And I promise I would not update my Facebook status.

I would however…

Write a television pilot. I would walk from here to Harrow on foot just to pet my dog. I would carry my coffee into a bookstore. I would storyboard. I would go into Hermes and only browse, without having to feel like a douche bag. I would watch the Lord of the Rings extended editions from beginning to end, draw a bath instead of a shower, and take a few steady breaths.

But would I…?

Take the time to use an ink and paper dictionary, over dictionary.com? Would I do forty minutes of cardio instead of twenty? Would I finish my laundry?

Would I hug him tight and whisper in his ear that he still does it for me?

Signed,
Desiree Thrash

If I were a feature screenplay, I would be: Page 24