I woke up this morning and had a story idea and now am looking at 4000+ words of a - wait for it - body swap fic. I don't know who I am anymore, guys, I really don't. But words have been really hard for me for some time, now, so I'm running with it, even if it only serves in the end to make me laugh.
My business meeting yesterday (which included tater tots, and I am a huge fan of those so score one for Laura) went very well, I specced out 15 3 -5 minute shorts that we're going to slap up on a website to build our audience, started creating a character for a side project my writing buddy's doing, and was filled with virtue at my responsibility and organization. Then I went to bed early. Yay?
OH. If you want to write screenplays, storyboards, plays, and want AMAZING software that enables you to collaborate online like GDocs does, got to Celtx.com. It's awesome. AND FREE. (There's a paid-for version that has a few more bells and whistles, but none I need right now.) I keep meaning to mention this, so there you go.
I am excited about upcoming projects, and feeling excited is something I've not had the pleasure of for some time, so I am quite joyous about that. I am NOT joyous about Sally Derg and her Amazing Farts of Wonder, and need to remind the girls to not give her so many of her treats for obvious reasons. Bleh. Dogs, while lovely, can be really gross. Especially in the back-half region.
okay, POV switch time, then onto writing Peter Hale screwing around with Stiles-as-Derek. WHEE!