Up in Smoke

How much dialogue is too much? When do you cut a scene? And how important is silence? I must forgo these questions for now and write and write and write and write and write and write and write (and so on and so forth). I need to see that lovely white page tarred with my sometimes not so grammatically sound writing. Push back indecisiveness, pull forth speed. Write it natural and let the voices come to me (the good kind of voices). When in rut, smoke a cig and stew. In the nicotine vapors are some of the best solutions (I just wish the price wasn't my health). Frankly, I blame technology. Sometimes, a cigarette out on the porch in the cover of darkness is the best way to beat distractions. You feel as if you are flickering through time. What year is it? Where did the time go? Oh...you filthy filter. I guess it's time to go back in. In and out and in. Is the end near, yet?