i never needed it now so much
Had a kind of busy social week. Also managed to write 10 pages I hate. April is screenwriting month (it's also, according to Mayor Sam Adams, comics month; a good month), and the Writing Group all-stars are trying very hard to take that seriously. 100 pages in a month. It should be doable. Unfortunately I'm working on a script I'm passionate about in a tone I'm not accustomed to and from an outline that's not even half as solid as it needs to be. But those are all excuses! I think! Anyway, the plan is, have a cheap weekend and get some cleaning and writing done. Also, Sunday is Zombie Jesus with the fam, so I really just have tomorrow to focus. Still, I have high hopes.
The first stirrings of a possibility of leaving 1844 are drifting around right now. I have no idea how the next few months will turn out for me. I know what I'd like, and I know a very attractive Plan B option, and I worry that both won't happen. I worry I'll end up moving into a crummy house with people I barely (or don't) know and settling for subpar living standards again. I'm 31 fucking years old. I'm sick of this shit. I want to like my goddamn home. I want to feel at home in my goddamn home. I don't think that's unreasonable. On the positive side, the whole reason this is an issue is because Martha got into her study-abroad program in exotic-cool Prague and Christina's been accepted into dramaturgy grad school in New York. Everybody's moving forward but this guy; one more reason I absolutely refuse to backslide domestically. Bad enough I'm stagnating and haven't made any of the steps towards my life goals I'd like to have done in the past year.
Well, enough bitching and moaning for tonight. Good night, internet.