Tuxedos and Margaritas

It's been a while hasn't it? If you're still checking in, then I have to say thanks for clinging to some shred of hope that this blog wasn't just another fad in my life. I mean it was. Haven't written in nearly a month. What does that say? But then no one's called me on it (well, no one who hasn't done the same). To be fair, I've been writing...just not here.

I finished my play. Again, because I'm entering it locally in a festival, I'm not gonna say its name (yet), but rest assured, it is done. I'm making it shiny this week. From what I've been told, it's close as it is...and that...well, it's nice. To hear. It's nice to hear that when someone else reads your words. I'll be honest...I have no clue if it's any good. I like it. And for me, that's enough. That a few other people have told me it holds promise -- has a glimmer of potential for life beyond the page -- like I said...nice.

So writing. Yeah, kind of the big focus this month. To recap: June 2nd was my last day at work. There are many a post about the downsizing and hilarity that ensued in the archives, so I won't rehash too much. Gotta tell ya -- not working...writing all day...it's amazing. It's -- well, it's going too fast. Hopefully I'll be able to rephrase that thought one day in the future and the "job" will be writing. Being paid to write. Talk about livin' the dream.

I'm rambling. I'm tired. I'm three weeks into my downsizing and this week I'll probably start looking for a job. Problem is -- I know the job I want. It's how I get it... Sitting at my laptop, playing out scenes in my head, hearing and editing dialogue as fast as my characters can say it to me (yes, I know that I verge on the insane when I freely admit that I "hear" them --- but if you're a writer, you know what I mean; and if you're not...I like this saying to explain: "Writing is the most socially acceptable form of shizophrenia").

I entered the ABC/Disney Fellowship. Entered the Writer's Digest competition. I'm entering a few more this week. I'll keep you posted.

There is no rhyme or reason to this post. A beautiful redhead recently told me that she likes when I blog unfiltered. I like that. Unfiltered. So there will be blogs. They won't be as planned or circular. They won't tie up with little morals to teach us. I might not even come up with really clever titles to draw you in. Who am I kidding? I love titles. I'll do my best.

But it's late. This was just to let you know I'm still here. And I'll be writing soon (in more ways than one) as I venture towards paradise. Or at least as close as I can get...

Bandits is on. Think I'll go watch for a bit.

Oh...I'm still playing "Fable" and I found my flashdrive. Just thought you might be wonderin'.