So I’m craving chocolate all day, and had been snarling at anything that moved. Hit with a sudden bought of deep depression at about 4pm and wanted nothing more than to curl up on the rug in front of my fireplace at home with a pint of Godiva. Therefore, to avert the usual pattern of pampering myself when I’m down, I went to the gym.
I got home wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Why am I so emotional and sad and tired? Then. Boom. The Bolsheviks have left the summer house.
Oh!
duh.
Why does it sneak up on me every freaking time? One of these days I will see it coming, will actually mark it on the calendar like a grown up responsible woman so my mood swings don’t surprise me and everyone in a four block radius. Stupid brain chemicals.
Anywhoo, I have been working my ass off on getting a set of query letters done, and hopefully fine tuning a script to have sitting ready to go should one of my queries find a mark.
I’ve been using word to do my script because as I was unpacking, I somehow managed to lose my scriptwriting software and the shareware I normally use is expired. So I either have to pony up for a new software program or figure it out in word. Which as I write that I already know I’ll be buying the program tomorrow. So moot paragraph.
I wanted to wait till the strike was over – which it is - but now that I am here and the timing is right, I am at a loss about how to continue. I’m currently struggling with the query which is the pitch and the cover letter and the pseudo resume all in one. That’s a lot of info to squeeze into three short paragraphs so getting that done will likely be what I’ll be doing all weekend. I want four usable query letters on hand. One polished episodic script. Two working treatments for backup shows. A treatment for a full-length feature (done) and a synopsis for the first novel, Nightingale.
So if I don’t return phone calls this weekend, or I vanish from the face of the planet. Please stop by and make sure I’m not trapped under something heavy or at least that I’ve gotten up from my writing desk long enough to eat protein or take a shower. It’s a three day weekend – so I could potentially forget to eat for three days… but I hear the human body can survive for a month without food so long as you drink lots of water. We’ll see.
Oh, yeah, and Happy fucking Valentine’s Day!
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