Down Home

Spring Creek links and brisket, baked beans, potato salad, mac and cheese, green beans and the best roll you'll ever put in your mouth -- accompanied by Shiner Bock and a frosty mug. Oh, heck yes.

Finally... sort of

This morning around 1:00AM PST, I finally finished a script that (I'm ashamed to say) has been in the works in one form or another since August of 2004.  It started as a book.  One hundred pages of prose later, I jumped formats and had several faltering starts and stops.  It languished.  I set it aside and wrote a letter to myself to deter me from ever trying to salvage it.  I did not heed my advice.

I feel like I've given birth, and the child is ugly and fat.  249 pages fat, in fact.  And I use the "sort of" qualifier in the title of this post because it's not really finished.  There are a couple of sections that I sort of... put off.  I'll come back to that, I told myself, and threw in a place holder or a "bad version."

But I felt that pushing through to FADE OUT deserved an acknowledgment.  So here it is.  Now to deliver the afterbirth of those rotten spots I skipped.

Once those are complete, I'll print it, which in itself will eradicate a small grove of trees, give it hours of sleepless attention, be proud where it succeeds, gently mold it where it fails, slam my head into walls when I don't know what to do with it anymore, and most importantly, cut it in half -- which, I suppose, is where the parenting metaphor terminates.

So, welcome to the world, you long-gestating-yet-half-baked, fat, ugly, gap-toothed creature.  It's nice to finally see you... sort of.