There’s nothing worse (at this exact moment, any way; get back to me in a few days when my vacation is over) than staring at the screen, two fully formed short scripts in your head, neither wanting to jump from brain to screen.

I’ve got until August 10th to get at least one (though there’s no reason not to finish both, as they are complete, at least in my head) done, in time for the Sidewalk Sidewrite contest.  And there’s a large part of me that is willing to wait until August 10th to start writing them.  But in the meantime, life continues to take steps forward, time passes by, new ideas are popping into my head, and nothing is getting accomplished.

I shouldn’t be as hard on myself about such things as I am.  After all, I’ve been largely consumed for the past month with moving and all that that task ensues.  And there’s been CL, whose company I enjoy immensely — enough so that I’m finally starting to slow down, for the first time in a long time.  Which is good, I think (and my body and brain agree, at that).

So in the meantime, I distract myself by talking about working, here, for all of you to see.  You lucky bastard(s).

Alright.  Time to force something out.