hiatus

It's really time for me to get internet access at home, isn't it?

So where the hell have I been? I wish I could tell you that I've done something amazing or that I jetted off to some exotic locale for a vacay.

Truth is, my girl Pepper--I call her 'Sugar Plum'--had a medical problem last weekend that stretched into this week. Like most mature Labrador Retrievers, the hair on her elbows has worn off over time. And since she's bored and just lays around most of the time while I'm working she seems to find enjoyment in licking her elbows. With that comes frequent infection and it just turns into a big mess.

Additionally, I'm working on screenplay #3. I find it impossible to work on scripts at the office, so, in between putting hydrogen peroxide on doggy elbows, I've managed to write 120 pages of complete crap. I wrote 60 pages, hated it and deleted it. Then I did another 60, and those pages were even worse. The third draft so far is 26 pages and it's pretty good, if I may say so myself.

My friend Lynda called me yesterday. She read screenplay #1 last week while she was in China on business. Why do I find that cool? Maybe it's because I've been trapped at home all week. The notion of going anywhere--the grocey store, Starbucks, the Irish Pub, even communist China--appeals to me at this point.