“…A dense fog fills our valley this morning. I drove the kids to school despite my truck lights that work some days, but not all.”
Something like that rolled around in my head. I can’t quite remember, but I intended to write something that started with the fog (it was an analogy to my heart and soul’s confusion and sadness) as an early morning warm-up post.
But the day pushed on before I had a chance to write. I looked up screenplay contests. Shorts. Right now I am looking for contests that specialize in shorts. I found one or two on the WITHOUTABOX website.
I have one new short. I want to clean it up this week and enter it somewhere. And I have another short I started, but couldn’t remember the punch line. I had a dream the night before: Someone knocks on a door and drives this guy (the lead) nuts and then it ends up to be…. I couldn’t remember the end. And what I did remember wasn’t funny after I woke up. I wrote it anyway. Two days later, I think I have an idea that will work, but wasn’t part of the dream. I meant to write it today.
But I didn’t.
Here’s what I did.
- looked up contests ( as I said)
- took my youngest daughter to the doctor for an annual check up and to get her flu and HEP A shots. (She was none too thrilled).
- wrote out bills.
- Laundry, straightening, urged and cajoled for Nick to do his homework.
- Found out I owe a HUGE medical bill that I was not aware of before today. (Where’s that dough gonna come from — ? crap.
- Emailed J to let him know the bad news.
- Picked up my daughter from school.
- More laundry
- Went to my 11-year-old son’s orchestra concert with my buddy, my youngest daughter.
- Warmed up leftovers for dinner.
- Cleaned up.
- Cleaned litter box.
- poured my second glass of cheap vodka and Welch’s grape juice
and here I am.
p.s. the fog cleared and as usual, it became a sunny, glorious autumn day. So — Where’s the story, morning glory? Tomorrow, I will finish the other short and then… rip into the feature.