You wanna cash out and get the hell out of town, don't be a baby, remember what you told me.

Shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas.

I am not disciplined. At all. Example: I opened this window at 11:39. It is now 12:50ish. I may have some form of ADD, as yet undiagnosed. This could become a problem. The last couple of weeks, though, I had a good streak going. About 1,000 words written a night. I'm proud of myself. I told myself that 1,000 words was 1,000 more words to my ticket off this rock. As I'm aiming for 90,000 words, I have a lot of work to do.

If I do 1,000 words a day, it would take me 80 days to complete the rough draft. That doesn't sound so bad now, does it?

Easier said than done. Crap.

I should have sufficient motivation to write. I have the novel plotted out, outlined, characters (mostly) mapped out, their personalities explored. I know them like I know my best friends.

Am I losing hope?

My day job is slowly siphoning away my faith in humanity, and my own talents, or lack thereof. Retail is draining, a slow killer. So, I should be able to redirect my frustrations and annoyances into a creative endeavor, right?

WRONG WRONG WRONG. YOU'RE WRONG.

The atmosphere at the ol' day job is heavy. I feel like if I step one toe out of line, and I'm not all "PRAISE CVS AND CUSTOMERS ARE NUMBER ONE I MUST TOSS THEIR SALAD IF THEY ASK ME TO IT'S ALL ABOUT THEIR NEEDS NOT MINE *FAP FAP FAP*" I'm gonna be blindfolded, handcuffed and tossed in front of the firing squad. I wonder if this is how North Koreans feel.

Now, I'm going to waste more time, and watch Samurai Champloo, and take some Nyquil to help me sleep. It's cheaper than Ambien.

Can't read my poker face.

Okay, so I didn't reach my goal for Script Frenzy, but the script is coming along nicely. Mostly, I've been watching shows similar to what I've been writing, and slowly but surely working my way through The Screenwriter's Bible.

The best way to describe my script is to mix up The Dresden Files with a sprinkling of Charmed, and a healthy dose of Bones. I think. Now that I've done so much writing screenplay style, I'm starting to watch TV and picture the script in my head. It's kind of interesting.

Other than that, I've been working A LOT. My job has taken a turn for the ridiculous. I work for a well-known pharmacy chain, in the one hour photo lab, and I've been doing that for nearly 7 years. Now, in addition to processing and printing my customers' pictures, my manager wants us to greet customers AT THE DOOR, which is clear across the store. Then after we greet them, he wants us to promote our coupon printer, where you scan your loyalty card and gets lots of crappy coupons for things you'll never buy.

Now, I have a couple options here. I can pretend to be like the door greeters at Wal-Mart, and offend a lot of people. Or! I can sex it up, and wear my stilettos and my red lipstick, and offend a lot of people. Or I can get a new job.

Or finish my script.

I also really need to get back to school.

a little inspirational music.

OMG UPDATE

I apologize for not updating for a week or so, but I've been busy. Busy not writing, sadly. I feel bad for it too.

I'm behind for Script Frenzy too, by at least ten pages. But I'm almost done with the first episode, and I have pieces of the whole season done too. I've been working in bits and pieces, which is something I do. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I like having a goal for the story. It's just a matter of connecting the dots.

I had Easter weekend to myself, so I got a lot done. Dishes, leg shaving, and at least 5 pages of my script. Tonight, I plan to get at least 5 more done. I won't be caught up, but it's something. And after that, I could have the first episode done!

Wish me luck.

EDITED TO ADD: One of the other reasons I like having the whole house to myself, is that I get to watch my Gilmore Girls DVDs on the big TV and not get made fun of. Life is good. Mom and Dad should go away more often.

tonight's accomplishments....

NOTHING. I went out with my lovely friends, and all us ladies hid from the boys underneath a Powerpuff Girls sheet and talked about cats and babies and how cats don't like babies.

However, Jilly approves of my first fairly good scene. Which is good considering she created the Tucker monster.

Now, I wanna post what I have here, but it's long. Anyway to put it under a cut, or something? Hmmm.

Moving right along.

Weeeee, 13 pages down! This is fun.

I also picked up my copy of The Screenwriter's Bible. And HOLY CRAP is that book huge. I started reading it today, and it made me feel dumb. Oh well. That's why I'm reading it right?

Script Frenzy profile, I'm ahead of schedule.

I decided to re-write the beginning of the script, because where I had originally started really made no sense unless you were familiar with the Senga/Tucker story. Which was started many moons ago with my dear friend Jilly, who created Tucker. And for that, I am forever grateful.

Thoughts on script writing.

I'm enjoying the screenwriting format. And I'm surprised at how it just chugs along and all of a sudden you have 10 pages done. Maybe Sian has found her calling?

I think tomorrow I might go to the bookstore and see if I can find The Screenwriter's Bible. And add it to the giant stack of books I have to read. Speaking of which... I can't find my copy of The Waste Lands by Stephen King. I did find several books I forgot that I bought. So blessing in disguise? I think so.