So.

I live near a beach and I walk there almost every morning, and almost every morning I bump into a cheerful elderly gentlemen carrying a fishing rod. We always say hi to each other, and I like to ask him if he’s caught anything. I think he’s Italian/Greek, his accent is strong, and he often says “No, no catch, but doesn’t matter, I go every day because is fun anyway.”

I passed him two days ago and as I walked back home I thought to myself that I might need to adopt my fisherman friend’s philosophy. I’m writing a screenplay at the Film School library, and I go every day but often come back with nothing. Doesn’t matter, keep going. I’m fishing.

I’ve been working on a post about this and I decided to call it “The Parable of the Fisherman”…which immediately made me think of you. It felt very Journeymamaish to write such a post, and this made me smile.

So now I read that you are writing in a house which belongs to a fisherman.

That’s just so good.