don’t look at my fetus..look at my baby.

I had this conversation with Timmy while waiting for “2001: A Space Odyssey” to start at the Arclight theatre down in Hollywood.

I told him I had an idea of a plot for a story I want to right and he asked me what the plot was, and I told him I wouldn’t tell him.

What I said to Timmy next was somewhat profound if I do say so myself;

I’ve realized that every time I come up with an idea I like, and share it with others before writing a first draft, I end up hating my idea. It’s like the idea I have is my baby, except it’s not my baby yet. It’s more like a fetus. And here I am trying to explain the beauty of my fetus which just doesn’t make any sense. So, instead of looking at my fetus, look at my baby.

Timmy and I then proceeded to laugh up until the beginning of the film.