The four years I thought I had to make something happen is truthfully four months.
My Time Spiel
This couldn't come at a better/worse time. I have the time now, but lately I've been in a sort of writer's block. I hesitate to say that, afraid to jinx myself, but it's true. I can't even return correspondence lately. That's not normal for me. I'm glad I haven't totally fallen off the writing wagon though, thanks to this blog. Then there's The Source DC's play festival that I sent The Insulin Shot script to, but they aren't announcing the scripts until March 1st. I need to fix my laziness before I lose anymore time. Time has proven to be a strictly absolute and confident being. Once it leaves it doesn't come back.
So no more wasting time. With that being known, I just need the motivation to make that happen. I wish I could just buy motivation because that would make this so much easier.
LIZ: I woke up with a fever and I couldn't breathe. I immediately thought of you.
BEAR: That's cute in a weird way.
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