Writer's Wretreat - August '08 [part 4]

I've been home since about 11am. I didn't appreciate my uncalled for wake-up bang at the door. No sirree. It was about 9am and the lady wanted to come clean house. I was scared half to death and almost wet the bed I was so scared. I never did get any pants on, but I went to the peep hole and she was already wheeling her cart away. Meanwhile, my heart that had burst out of my chest was somewhere on the bed, so I managed to pull myself together and breathe normally. I eventually went back to bed for a short while... very short. A friend called looking for a ride to church which I wasn't planning on attending. I gave up trying to go back to sleep, and finished packing and cleaning up, then dropped off my junk in the truck.

I didn't get to do everything I wanted to do. I never did finish up the projects like I wanted, nor did I get to read Our Uncle Sam or finish off A Purpose Driven Life. I have the rest of tonight and possibly tomorrow. I'm hoping there are no surprises, like going to Uncle So-and-so's for a cookout or something.

Once I got home, I went directly to sleep. I still don't feel I slept long enough. Friends and family apparently missed me, so they felt the need to tell me so with text messages, phone calls, and more knocks at the door. There is no rest for the weary.

I said it before, but next time I'm serious. I will write out a schedule, if you will, or a to-do list, of things I must complete or at least put some chunks of work into. And I probably need to schedule time for all of the projects that I started that still aren't fleshed out. I think I was holding off because I wanted to retreat with someone else whom I could bounce ideas off of, help in the story building process or someone who could read something freshly written. I already know that you can't let just anyone read your stuff. They need some sense of how screenplays work, and how to tell a good story.

My allergies have been killing me all weekend. My nose needs to be detached. Just for a few hours. Please? I'd like to breathe without being tickled at the same time. I'd also not want to have feeling of sneezing, or that look like your face is about to explode, every 5 mins... or less. Not cool.

Overall, I had a good time this weekend. I did get some rest. I got to do absolutely nothing for a couple hours. I did some hardcore typing for many hours (sounds so vulgar), and I watched things I already saw but enjoyed even more. I even caught some sunrise, which is always beauty at it's best.