I spend my lunch hours in cafes with my laptop "writing". I walk around midtown looking for a place that won't annoy me, put on mental blinders and try to ignore all the Manhattan distractions...loud talkers, street noises, homeless people, corporate people, tourists, young people reminding me of my past, old people reminding me of my future, then I order something. Coffee usually then I take a picture of it because life is fleeting then check my email and listen to music then eventually if I pass all the obstacles I can write something. A poem maybe on some days. An essay that I drag through my mind for months until I think it can be shown, or sometimes a script or - once in a while an idea for a short film. I've had a million ideas for films but only really made one. I learned a lot from it - mostly how not to make a film. I still imagine the perfect 5 minutes of film - perfect because it would capture the uniqueness of my way of seeing the world. That's the goal isn't it? An exclamation of my inarticulateness -  told with pizzaz. The culmination of all my influences and family contexts and historical relevance. Right there in front of your eyes so that it makes you wonder - who is the person that made this?