Mission Statement

Writing a Book in Airports

Hi, my name’s Turbo.

I’m a writer--what a lousy term (we’re all writers one way or another)--let’s just say I like to conduct sentences, string them together in a semi-logical fashion and form stories onto paper a bit more than other people do.  Made up or real, that’s what I like to do. And I’ve been waiting a long time to hear from God what I should do next in my life.  So like many other days, last night I watch a movie, get in my car afterwards and wonder just exactly what story God wants me to tell.  Now I realize I’ve just mentioned the word ‘God’ twice and probably have already lost a few of you--it’s the sad reality of the situation that sometimes we can’t listen to people with different beliefs--But it’s an exciting concept I’m about to present to you so it may be worth it to read even if you aren’t a fan.

Back to wondering what to do.   

People always tell you to evaluate your strengths and weaknesses and go from there.  For some reason the obviousness of my strengths and weaknesses escaped me these last 24 years or so, leaving me in a car after a movie contemplating what story to tell.  Then the answer became obvious. 

Strengths

Likes to write.

Has a basic understanding of English grammer.

Has free airfare.

Weaknesses

Not good at following through.

Obvious thing to do: Do not leave the airport until you finish A SCREENPLAY. 

So that’s what I’m going to do.  Starting August 16th, I’m airport hopping my way through writing a feature film.  It could be an awful script, but it’s a script.   

Hopefully it's not that bad.

This is where you can come in.  I’ll be putting my current and future locations on this blog (with the disclaimer ‘subject to change’ in the footnotes) which means any time you find yourself near the airport I’m currently in, you can swing on by and hang out with me for any amount of time you choose.  Did I mention I’m not bringing any money?  So bring food with you.  And maybe a fresh t-shirt if you can spare one for a bit.  I’ll most likely make a few pit stops at O’Hare to see if my mom can bring me some laundry, but I one I don’t know her schedule and two she’ll probably hate this idea so you never know.  Here’s to hoping I don’t become the smelly kid.  I’d appreciate your thoughts and prayers as I do this ridiculously stupid thing, and if you do nothing else read the darn script at the end of this. 

And if you see me trying to leave the airport without 100ish typed pages--stop me. 

Sincerely,

Turbo