Script Frenzy.

I can't write Blood Freckles as a Script. It'd be the 2nd time.

I must think of something else to do for this year's Script Frenzy. 100 pages of screenplay in 30 days.

I like my other ideas, but I'm still obsessed with my novel. Crap. I'm losing my mind.

To add insult to injury, the enormous population of ants that share our home with us crossed the line tonight. We have a ridiculously cool coffee maker. It costs more than your life. (if your life is worth $299 at Williams Sonoma...)

It has a carafe that will hold your coffee hot and steamy for an entire day. It is my love...my soul.

And tonight...the ants found a way to get into that carafe and die in my $13.50 a pound Peets coffee that I brewed earlier today.

All that is holy and steamy and earthy is now corrupted with the bodies of these evil beings.

And now I have to drink tea. Coffee's weaker, self-righteous cousin.

(this is a tad dramatic, I know, but I'm really avoiding cleaning the kitchen and putting this stuff down seems to be a noble distraction.)

I guess this Script is going to literally be page by page- I haven't a clue where to start or where its going to go. It will be good for me. Like lifting weights. Or eating leafy greens.

Maybe I'll call the story- "hefty kale"

I swear I haven't been drinking.