Working Too Hard Can Give You a Heart Attack
We’re getting out. We have a plan. We’re moving forward. We’re moving out!!!! FINALLY. (Cue Billy Joel)
Oh, what a month(ish) it has been. Between finding out I signed up for the world’s worst health insurance company ever, to having still more setbacks on our house hunt, we finally have a concrete game plan and we are getting OUT OF HERE. (And then they ate Sir Robin’s minstrels.)
I'm Getting Tired Even For a Phoenix
It was like something out of a Roadrunner & Wile E. Coyote cartoon, honestly, it was almost funny. (God, I wish there had been an Acme rocket launcher.)
You Just Don't Argue Anymore
Spit & Polish ‘Til It’s Fine…
My head is clear today. It hurts like hell, but it’s clear, which is nice. It’s been hard to find the drive to write anything consistently. Or the time. Or the energy. Or the brain space. Lately the world has been filled with too much chaos, and it’s all a person can do to just hang on and not fall off this carnival ride gone wild. (Plus my goddamn screenplay appears to have flown the coop, so I’m stuck rewriting the fucking thing. That’s what I get for writing the old-fashioned way. Learn from my mistakes, people. If you hand-write your shit and want to keep your shit, scan your shit. This has been a public service announcement.