Sunday June 22
Working on The Conductor’s Escort short script tonight, it was going well, an hour and a half of moving it forward. Then my 5 minute break to stretch, do a few curls with the barbells and get a glass of water has turned into a half hour of dishwasher loading, teeth flossing, toe nail filing and stressing over how many freaking emails I need to answer. I have about one hour before I need to sleep and I could easily spend it answering emails. But you know what people? I HAVE TO WRITE! So the de-stress resolution is that I will get up ½ hour earlier each day to answer emails before work. The magic hours 7-10 p.m. are for writing. No phone calls, TV, reading, emails or on-line poker. But I have Rain Girls submission to get out and thank-you to write post Banff. Maybe I can write those on the plane to Montreal on Friday. TOOO MANY stories, too little time. The universe needs to deliver up a bit of a writing scholarship so I can make shift happen. 1.5 million please and thank you. Maybe I’ll sleep a bit now and get up and write during the lost hour (typically 3-4 a.m. when I am usually wakeful). Yup. I just posted this fracking thing to two other unrelated blogs. Not a good sign when martini free. Nightly nite & remember…
ABF (always be fuckable- the Flash Forward Team Momentum battle cry).
