happy travis day, travis
Thirty-one.
Look how much I've changed in the last two years. (No time to color correct, I need to be writing.)
Writing! Trying to focus, struggling. Belly stuffed of black pepper tuna salad sandwiches (I ate two; I should have had one). Tense, stiff, stressed out. Losing a grasp on some of my characters... the more you have to change their backstories halfway through the slippier the fuckers become. Right now Bernard is making the transition from shy nerd to just-slightly-stuffy WASP. Considering giving Elodie a non-Bernard friend to connect with, but I don't know.
Anyway, I'm 31 now and if I have a birthday party at all it will be a Writing Group Reunion Tour with Russ and Debi in attendance, going over this script again, which may drive people crazy.
Dave Drusky agreed to work Monday and maybe a couple of other days next week for me, because he's a doll, so I have more days to concentrate.
It's a long way off, but it does start to feel possible. If I can just - fucking - concentrate.
Blogging about birthdays is probably not a good start. But I thought I'd say something.
Look how much I've changed in the last two years. (No time to color correct, I need to be writing.)
Writing! Trying to focus, struggling. Belly stuffed of black pepper tuna salad sandwiches (I ate two; I should have had one). Tense, stiff, stressed out. Losing a grasp on some of my characters... the more you have to change their backstories halfway through the slippier the fuckers become. Right now Bernard is making the transition from shy nerd to just-slightly-stuffy WASP. Considering giving Elodie a non-Bernard friend to connect with, but I don't know.
Anyway, I'm 31 now and if I have a birthday party at all it will be a Writing Group Reunion Tour with Russ and Debi in attendance, going over this script again, which may drive people crazy.
Dave Drusky agreed to work Monday and maybe a couple of other days next week for me, because he's a doll, so I have more days to concentrate.
It's a long way off, but it does start to feel possible. If I can just - fucking - concentrate.
Blogging about birthdays is probably not a good start. But I thought I'd say something.