It is really a shame that you have to go through New Jersey to get to New York. Unless of course you are on the east side of New York.
I like to think of New Jersey as the armpit of America. My little brother says that New Jersey is nothing but a bunch of short buses and stinky smells. He made this proclamation after his first trip through Jersey on the way to NYC. Such a smart one he is.
I think it’s funny that you have to pay to get out of Jersey but you don’t have to pay to get in when you are driving through the state.
Maybe just by thinking of this utopia that is Jersey I will be inspired and work through my screenwriting funk. Or I could just frighten myself to death. You know,Â I could think ‘if you don’t finish this script then you are going to have to move to Jersey.’ Frankly, that kind of threat is enough to motivate anyone. Thinking about it sends a chill down my spine. Talk about your horror movie – I’ve got one – a group of attractive co-eds do spring break in Jersey only to have to fight for their lives to escape. Then they get to the state line and don’t have any cash on them so they can’t leave.
Anyways, I am smack dab in the middle of my script. Also known as the boring part. Or the filler. But don’t worry, I’ll get it finished. I’m just lazy. And besides, I may be busy reading other people’s scripts soon if anyone takes me up on the free script coverage.