Thirteenth days.

Today is the Thirteenth; also happening to mark the count for thirteen days before my bi-coastal solo journey. Its the only day that little quirk will occur so I decided to take this day to blazingly ponder my future endevour...

PREFACE (I'll pre your face!)

In less than two weeks I will be embarking on a cross-country trip. My passengers you might ask? Me, Myself, and I. The goal of this trip: SEE EVERYTHING.

I've decided to take advantage of the solitude that comes from not being able to find a co-pilot, and apply this opportunity to my chosen profession. In short... I'm writing a movie about a group of friends in there early-twenties who graduate college in 2009 (a.k.a. the "best" year to do so since 1930); so, feeling lost in the "real world", they make their escape on a trip across America.

So this trip, apart from being the coolest spirit-quest known to man, will also be research for my script. I won't be posting pieces of the actual script on here; protecting my copy-rights and shit, but I will be keeping an artful eye on the U.S. of A. There will be plenty of photographs taken all along the route, so look at the pretty pictures and check in to see where I'm driving next.

The clock is ticking... I've put in my notice at work, I have my travel reading picked out, I'm halfway through googling "things to do in _____ " and I'll be writing my packing list within the next day or so. I'm right on schedule, just gotta shake these nerves from being so close to the blast off date.