The problem with screenplays is you can spend all this time and energy on them and they basically are dead on arrival. Any and all writing can be hard to get into the world, but when I think about my screenplays it's almost akin to a breakup - I don't wanna listen to that music that I listened to when I was writing it, because it GIVES ME A PAIN. (It's not even remotely as painful as a breakup, but I wanted to lend weight to the dissonant feeling of both loving and feeling totally traumatized by something that reminds you of what you love and are traumatized by.)
If you're wondering about the sudden manic appearance of posts that's just how it works, man. And also, I have a few days off, which hasn't happened in, like, forever. Except this whole last year up to the end of this summer when it was just one long day off and I had to figure out what to do with myself (I could add "to not go insane" but I already was, so it was more like crawling out of it) so I just wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and thank god for screenplays. Reading them, writing them. I'm pretty immersed in my world, now (Yay! A life! Finally. Geez.) so I don't feel the need to spend all day every day working on a writing project... but it's still weird to not actively be doing something about my screenplays. I will later. I need someone to eviscerate them for me, tell me what's wrong with them. Screenwriters are good for that, and I know a few, so I guess I'll send along my "supernatural thriller" and wait for feedback, wanting to throw up the whole time.
Ok so I haven't compiled the boots yet, in terms of readying for posting, because my readying for posting is not readying anything at all, really - but I do demand some level of order and cleanliness, and that's just not happening right now. Since ousting my wardrobe from my ballroom, it's been in the living room closet, and even after purgation and intense organization I still can't keep it together in there, nor keep it contained. Having a tiny apartment basically means that it is always a mess. I'm already eyeing larger spaces.
But I also got these yesterday. I was going to crop the picture to remove my annoying selfie expression and stance, but whatever. Note 3-day-old reapplied eyeliner and such. It's how I do.
I can't remember what I paid for them, isn't that weird? Haven't been shopping much, which is fine. The thrifting here is not like Springfield (maybe I've said this already) which is probably for the best - but the vintage stores. I know I've mentioned them. They are insanely awesome. But anyways, the earrings were $10 or $15, and when I spotted them the owner of Sweet Lorain walked past me and said, "I can see that you're in your happy place." Indeed I was. :)
I've been procrastinating a bit, with my playwriting, but only because it involves research. Though I love research. I actually have been applying some strategies I've been lecturing about to my students - stuff I've apparently learned since my last massive research project, basically what NOT to do, and how NOT to get totally overwhelmed. But it's hard not to, when first gathering materials. And it's annoying to me, that most of my characters have to be men. Granted, this is history, and if you go to the U.S. History section of Barnes & Noble all you will see are men, because women have to be off over in Women's Studies, as if we are a specimen and not part of the nation after all. (I know I've also ranted about this but I will continue to, as it continues to annoy me.) But I've got some feminist tricks up my sleeve.
