For the last three days, I have been obsessed with reading screenplays. Obsessed. (Thursday I was shocked to realize I hadn't brushed my teeth or changed my clothes since Monday. Yes, I have been a bit down. Thanks for noticing.)
A friend and I have argued story by email and phone until he's probably ready to block my number and email. This has caught my imagination like nothing has in a long time, and (no surprise), it showed up at precisely the right time.
I've got a project cooking, a possibility that makes my heart soar. Can't say much right now, but if you've got a spare candle, fire it up for me, would you? I could use the Light in all ways.
Do I smell Meaty Bone?