Okay. So writing is easier when life doesn’t suck so much.
I’m going to be super-brief. Lost my living situation. Have to move back in with the parentals because of financial woe. And what do I do on the night this all kicks off? After a horrid week and the realization that life does NOT want to go the right way?
I finish my first one-act play. I think I’m done. Well, maybe not. But the first act of a play entitled “Attica’s Bones” is done. And I do this after working ten hours on house-cleaning. I apparently got my Wheaties this morning.
Now I’m going to fall down tho. Done for the day.