...give or take a few years. That's where I'll be the next two weeks, if anyone is looking for me. My screenplay deadline is growing large...and hairy...with fangs dripping blood...and huge sharp claws...and...okay, that's enough. But it is starting to resemble a gigantic monster that can only be appeased by (many) more pages of screenplay than I have written, and if I don't produce them by Wednesday, May 13, I fear I will be eaten up.
So I have no choice but to dive head-first into my great-great grandfather's world, only coming up for emergencies like writing overdue thank-you notes, work and paying bills, TG's soccer games, and a friend's 50th birthday party (give me a break - those are important, too!) Maybe a blog or two, for therapy, or a glance at Facebook and emails, just to check on folks.
But I will try not to stress out about the ticking clock, dwindling groceries, dirty house, overflowing laundry, flat tires (that was my Monday this week), issues with friends, family, kids, or animals. Please excuse me for being selfish.
Now, here I go! Wish me luck!
