Keith Snyder

Laura tagged everybody who reads her blog, and I've got down time at the day gig...

I am: at that stage of a major project when I can't remember why I'm doing it.
I want: enough money to let at least one parent quit his/her day job.
I wish: success were based on merit.
I hate: my weaknesses.
I love: making my boys laugh.
I miss: fearlessness.
I fear: that I have already become a non-productive person with good excuses.
I hear: they're hiring at Starbucks.
I wonder: whether I'll finish this film this year; whether I'll finish this novel in fewer than five.
I regret: not recognizing the unusual nature of my previous successes and exploiting them.
I am not: managing my time as well as I should.
I dance: with toddlers and dip them upside-down.
I sing: the horn line to YOU CAN FEEL IT ALL OVER to Mac in California. I hear nothing in response. When Kathleen comes back on the line, she tells me he kissed the phone.
I cry: when I'm exhausted and somebody gets unexpected help and solidarity in a movie, TV show, or Hallmark commercial.
I am not always: the cause of a problem, despite my immediate impulse to see what I did to contribute to it and take responsibility.
I make with my hands: toddlers fly up into the air and land laughing hysterically on pillows on the couch.
I write: almost never, since the film started and the parental job schedules changed.
I confuse: apparent sincerity with trustworthiness, historically.
I need: to lose one of the following: children, work, day job.
I should: brush Butchie's teeth.
I start: my day later than I could.
I finish: everything I start, even if it takes a foolishly long time.
I tag: you.

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