I have “off” days. Days when I don’t feel like doing anything and I start feeling guilty that I wasn’t as productive as I could have been. I have things I have to finish writing because if they aren’t written, I can’t shoot them, and if they aren’t shot then I can’t show off what I have to offer. I beat myself up because I’m sure Spielberg didn’t do this. You think Raimi fucked around? I mean, I’m sure they did. I’m sure back in the day Spielberg would spend countless hours playing Minesweeper. So when I feel like this, I turn to film. This is why I love movies because there is always something to reference in any kind of genre to remind me to chill the f out. I may have one finger who’s being stanky and making me feel bad about myself, but I have nine more who are fully clean – like Zestfully clean.