So a year ago today, I wrote about my love for this country, and for the most part nothing's really changed. Well, perhaps my favorite Americans have, though Grandma's caramel corn is still the best.
I'm currently boondoggled by a new screenplay idea I'm working on. I want to write it fast and good, but it'd probably be wise if I knew who the protagonist was ahead of time.
Yeah. Three pages written last night, including one page that I can actually use. It's a start, at least. I'm accounting myself for twenty pages a week on this idea, so don't mind me if this space becomes a bit of a log for my writing progress.
It's a great idea I have. The character just isn't there yet. And she NEEDS to be there. The character is everything, after all. Everything.
Time to shower and do some work before getting me some BBQ. Or the veggie equivalent of that, at least.
The fact that I have today off? And that I don't have to spend this weekend (or any other weekend, ever again) at a video store? And that I have some TIME to do the things I need to do, and still have some fun?
Yeah. I can't even deal with how happy I am about that.