The Leak That Never Was

All references to any particular scene from The Warren have been removed from the previous entry, under threat of a 'dire accident' should they remain. I am not at liberty to disclose who made these threats. In fact, the threats were never made, and no top secret scene was ever mentioned. There are no plans to conceal anything from the general public about this film - everything is perfectly above board and obvious. I am not under duress. I am writing this of my own free will in an effort to be completely upfront with my readers, and no one is currently suspending a grand piano over my head. I am working with a lovely director who is honest, talented, and tall, who would never condescend to such ghastly measures. I also hope that everyone who reads this will buy our director a bar of peppermint chocolate, because he deserves it.

My tertiary plans for next year seem to be solidifying (ha, lets hope it's not just a cruel joke). Not insomuch as knowing exactly where I'm going (what, you expect miracles?) but more knowing basically what field I'll be looking at. Film and Television seems to be where I'm headed, and I'm kind of excited about it. Oh, I know that the industry has been vastly overrated; what could one expect, they are the media. But for a long while I've known that I wanted to tell stories for living - now I think I know how. Having tried writing and acting (and not totally given up on either) I may find my niche in film production. That's what I'd like to do; I'm aware that the first jobs I get will probably be in the television field, but that's not where I'd like to stay. TV is too watery and cheap. We'll see what happens in the end, but why not go for the jugular? As a wise teacher once told me, 'Aim for the stars, that way you'll at least hit the mailbox'.