Update

I've written 18 pages of my screenplay. It's a draft. I'm supposed to do 100 this month. Monday I was on track for 3 1/2 pages a day (today, not so much.) But STILL. It's 17 pages more than I've ever written, and I'm excited about it.

Unfortunately, I have the dual task this month of grading 110 research papers, approx. 1/3 of which are utter CRAP. So I'm struggling through that. I've been at my neighborhood Starbucks the last three days from 3:30 til 7-7:30 (until my hunger pains can't take anymore.)

The good news is that I'm WRITING. Creatively, not just "ventingly." As I so love to do here. Here's a little blurb from a song I love by Imogen Heap, which kind of mirrors what I'm hearing/trying to say to myself right now:

Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.

Been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

I've been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
So what, don't care, will not, the end

You know you're better than this

If I get my shite together, this screenplay is actually commercial, and could be worth pitching to whoever listens to pitches. (It's a viable movie idea, is what I am saying here.) For whatever it is worth, my crappy first draft has the seeds of something worth making. And seeing.

So for that reason, dear friends, I must get back to my writing. Adieu.

Love - me