Script Frenzy progress report (Day 5, restless. Also 17 pages.)

So I promised to detail what I was writing for Script Frenzy but then I had the work crisis of death and never got to write up a post about that.

You may be interested to know that the all-nighters I pulled to save someone else’s reputation in that crisis were so appreciated that no one even said thank you or even acknowledged in any way that I pulled off that amazing feat, not even the person I did it all for. It really makes you feel like your work is worthwhile and valuable when you risk health and sanity and drop everything to devote 24 hours a day to a project to get something done and then no one cares enough to even comment or at least reply with an “ack”. Good times. I’m not bitter at all, can you tell?

So, yeah, Screnzy. So it started on April 1st, obviously and while usually I would be a dork and stay up until midnight on the 1st and start writing then, I was still finishing up the work crisis until the wee hours of the 1st so, after a well deserved nap, I ended up doing a little writing on the late afternoon of the 1st (8 pages worth). I got to write outside on the laptop. It was lovely.

Then I had work, a wedding and Easter so it wasn’t until today when I could steal some time to work on it again. My husband is out of town so I figured I would schedule a “write-in” (which for you laymen is when a group of NaNoWriMo or Screnzy participants all meet up to write somewhere together) for tonight because people wanted to get together and I was husband-less. So I posted something about a write-in at the county library, worked a full day of work and then, come night, and packed my laptop up and drove over to the County Library.

I didn’t expect to get many people since I only posted it on Friday so my master plan was to give people an hour to show and, if they didn’t, go off and do some research for another project I’m working on. Well, no one showed but oddly enough, my muse showed and so I ended up getting none of my research done but I did manage to double my page count so it was a worthwhile night. I am now at 17 pages which is mysteriously 1/3 of a page ahead of schedule.

My script felt subtle and interesting on the 1st, today it was total crap. But if there is one thing I know from NaNo, it’s that crap usually polishes up pretty good later so you have to keep on slogging through. I was writing one of those scenes I was complaining about the other day where I know everything I need the characters to discuss in a scene but getting the order of it right is brutal. The conversation as I wrote it today is a total mess but I touched on just about everything so my hope is that it will edit into something useful.

I got home from the library really tired after the long weekend and my hella early morning today but I had every intention of going back to work on the play since I have too much real work to devote much time to it tomorrow. But first I ate dinner and was reading a book while I ate and then it was almost 2 hours later and I was like, crud, because I had been sucked into the book and had missed the passage of time. (The passage of time and I are often at odds. For instance, earlier today I turned on my playlist of music, walked downstairs, poured water into a tea cup, put it in the microwave, hit on and then went upstairs again to work until the microwave beeped and in that, what, 1 minute process, totally forgot that my music was on. So, naturally, when I got upstairs and heard what my brain assumed was random ghost music, I totally freaked out.)

So I came up here a bit before midnight, intending to add more pages but I’m so tired I have the focus ability of a gnat so I just watched The Daily Show in my computer instead. This was not productive.

I was literally just about to lament that I shouldn’t have told my husband that he could call me at 1 AM because I am super tired and would like to hit the proverbial hay and lo! he called early so I am now off the hook and can finally go to bed.

Also? I have gotten my first two mosquito bites of the summer from a jerk of a mosquito that was in my car today. I hate him, retroactively.