writersareliars

Oh, how fucked my sleeping patterns are.

Another week of little-to-no classes. I know we need time off to write, but it's really getting insane.

Still, though I'm glad I'm actially satisfied with the last draft of my play, it could certainly use a bit more work before it goes into workshop.

Workshop. The word fills me with anticipation. There's nothing like seeing something you've written being performed by real people. And soon people will be paying to see our plays. Paying, I say! It boggles the mind and soothes the ego. I can never get over it.

I hope people aren't too offended by the torture. It has a point, I promise!


My tv is worrying me. Poor thing's being going for over 15 years, so I suppose that's a decent lifespan, but still...