The Working Writer's Screenplay

 Jackson Hole, September 15 1991, steak 5 miles south with beer, starting to talk to an old couple type. Turn out to be a guide and turn out to be a guide for hunters hunting elk. Earlier, sunset in Spring Resort taking fanastic photos of the Tetons, known that all is fantastic early evening. Came from the French word where the mountains captured their word. As in a woman's breast.

A woman appears with a drink out of a private a barbeque and walks toward me to with nothing particular as her young man has nothing usual and she talks along the fence. She asks of that I was a professional camera. I used my brand new lens. We talk about about similar things, how people come to Jackson often. Finally I thought I should not take too much and she smiled and said "Don't let take into your her gaze." I left here thinking.

Someone at the next when I sat "wife is a writer" they listen as do I since they continue and I can't away from movie business and listen in silence. I wonder if Entertainment Tonight" does so well. I think some ideas fly over words in Hollywood. I am in the business also, I'm a writer and have a fair amount of feature films to say I'm good. 'They're The Salad Days". They talk about more how the movie here in Jackson Hole and who is about in this movie. It's almost like a mountain still glowing in a black and white movie and I was in a Casablanca ending.

The guide shows up, I know him now behind me next the two obnoxious tourists who already also now someone with the crew and says his mate "If a bear will chase us run down hill and never probably  see them. I saw one run down a hill in the Yukon "74" with no problem. She had two young ones. 

Lowell wears his hat and so do the two so Lowell. He he had come into "harsh country" after an 8-day gig with these jerks, talking about fortitude. The waitress's are mountain girls, real life and talk to each other about the last people who came there and were idiots, she smiles to the tall one and smiles to me Tomorrow became fog at 6am. I left after a early hoping for not too much and carried the fog for about a few miles remembering the cloud will leave by itself under the magnificent colors towards Yellowstone ahead of already.