fast and the furious

okay, there's no testosterone here. (yeah, yeah. "r" always says i have more testosterone than he does.) there's no vin diesel, either. i've been so obsessed with writing the screenplay for "t" and my next project. i want to finish by the end of march. i don't sleep regularly, and i haven't been consistent with showering (YIKES! BUT REALLY, I DON'T SMELL! things that need to be washed get washed, and clothes that need to be changed get changed--that's TMI, just don't judge), but at least i have 10 pages for our 30 minute short. i'm really excited about it. it's our first sci-fi flick about time travel. lovely. i can't write more about it right now since i don't want to "give up the goods" too soon. when "t" and i go to seattle next week, i hope to have more work done. i'm a bit sick, too, these days. i'm recovering from the last workshop (the films were FANTABULOUS, i must say. what VISION the workshop participants had!!). i think OCD really comes in handy when you're trying to push on through with your creative work. this entry isn't particularly interesting, either, but i just had to get it out my system. this is the meta-process of the writing process. i'm processing the process. i sound like a food processor. i should mince some garlic, drink some tea, run the bath water, comb my hair. but first things first. film yes, hygiene... in a minute.