I am a writer: movies, books, songs, poetry....whatever. I took a year off to write myself silly. I bought a 5th wheel and moved to the desert. I am the writer of the novel, Sometimes I Forget To Breathe. I am currently working on 3 screenplays, but really focused on revising one in particular: Sooty In The Field. This is my journal to somewhere. Email me at: freshscreenplays@gmail.com
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Sunday is always a busy, dreadful day. It means you have to get ready for the new week: work, school, doctor's appointments, car wash, bank, pet groomers or whatever. A million things on your plate that winds you up so tight, sleeping ain't easy.
For me, an added stressor is a sociology quiz deadline: Sunday before 9PM - every Sunday. So, if you don't have all 25 pages of that chapter read by Sunday, it's not getting read with comprehension. I learned that last week. I thought I could just skim over those 25 pages and grabbed a quick understanding. Not. I got 7 out of 10 right; a demotion from my previous 10 out of 10's. I was so disappointed in myself, I studied my ass off this past Friday and Saturday. As a result, I got that 10. Along with the highest score on my Gender Autobiography paper, I'm still pulling that 'A'. Yeah.