Be Good.

Be good. Middle class, middle youth lives. What happens when nothing happens. How is a bomb effective. How to make things work. How to research for a play. I don't ask for no rich man. Scrapbooking. What happened? Where to now?

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Embarresemant. I would name her rock and roll. Break it down, break it down.

First act: Him and Her talking about.
RELATIONSHIPS.
- theirs, friends forever,
- romantic, he fancies someone who came to the party, she just broke up with someone who she made her world, but shouldn't have. their is a frisson between them but nothing that either of them acknowledge or take seriously.
- budding journalist, not really much to do with the story, writes it up? or ignores it completely and watches it become bigger.
- family, he and his father don't get along well, she and her mother is distant, possibly mentally unsatble, or socially awkward, no judgement made on the part of the mother she just is different. one of her brother's is involved. he is an only child.
THE INCIDENT
- not his idea, he feels bad, implicated but on a lower charge,
- why, how, he doesn't know.
- write up for her paper? or eventually written up for her paper in an unflattering way.

Where Did My Baby Go?

I hate my 9-5.

Bem-vindo.

I can't believe I haven't written in here for the whole of October and we're already 15 days in. I'm pretty sure I'll have a job by the end of this week so we'll see how money and less time affect my working output. As I have predicted before I expect my progress to shoot up when I'm busy with so many other things - 'tis the Bivigou paradox - but really only time will tell.

Some thing of note:

- An additional character facet of M. she is the fixer. Everyone's go to girl for advice. Openly she is beginning to resent this position in the group although she knows that really she like being the nurse to her friends. This is something she an S discuss in the first scene, another means of establishing their relationship.

Gah.

I am working on something non-fiction and a short story that I love so I'm probably gonna have a one week hiatus (because, y'know, last week was so productive and not self-referential, whining/ awkward navel gazing or anything). I'm thinking of posting a picture everyday for a week - something to do with do. these. things., obviously - just to keep the inspirational juices flowing.
Onwards.
Huzzah!

Damn.

It was going so well, almost an entire week of posts, but I had to ruin it by doing actual work and then going to get burgers and Corona's with John. Ah, well, the break did me so good.

Obviously nothing new to report but I think I'm gonna have a marathon session this weekend. So by Sunday, they'll be much more to post. Maybe the whole of S1, A1. Fingers crossed.

Mr L.

He does seem to be the kind of person that barrels forwards, onwards, always, head first into life.

Progress, is *just* a word in the dictionary.

Seriously, I'm Margot Tenabuam-ing.
Sad, sad, sad. Nothing to report besides that.
Reading this cheered me slightly, (I can't explain why, except to say that Arden is a more talented scribe than she knows, that makes me smile. Also, if you substitute Warren Beatty for Robert Redford, you will have traveled a mile or so into the machinations of my sub-conscious).
But for reals, I feel I've hit a creative wall. Being jobless, asexual, living at your mother's age 26, cultivating an aural addiction to Norah Jones - NorahJones, forchrissakes (!!!), what am I a 35 year old having a dinner party? A 'recovering' divorcee? - will do that to a girl.

Is eating cake for breakfast a symptom or is it the disease itself?