For some reason I've been writing posts every other week or so and not posting them. They've been rotting in word docs on my desktop, some for months. I'll start posting them, I suppose. Why not?
I'm not sure what exactly happened to make me start writing blog posts in a word doc at all. I used to just pull up to the website. I'm doing it now, getting back to my roots. Not all my writing has to be edited so thoroughly as a play. I'm on the 13th draft of my newest, by the way. I feel good about everything except the most important scene. So that's not...ideal.
Went to No Kings Day, a very good way to spend this afternoon. It was ultra sunny, met Bear in the parking lot of 7/11, joined on with KZ--the head of my social justice Hollywood circle and Katydid--the last time we hung out was the Mayday protest. My friendships are getting so weird. I'm never with who I'd expect, but that's not a complaint. I made it home to spend a glorious hour at the pool. I mostly drew clouds in my journal and listened to "Honey" from The Life of a Showgirl.
I was up pretty early. I spent a long time on Reddit. I jumped on my mini trampoline. I worked on the cursed scene. I am going to get a pizza tonight, it's already been decided. The local place, with the sweet crust. The owner's dad asked me last month, "Were you born that way?" I asked what way, He clarified, smiling, "So you!"
Life is a song. It ends when it ends.
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