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Aug. 5th, 2006 01:08 amThe newest Hefner Monologue, the one to end what will be the first book, is finally done.
Now as it stands, it's rougher than sex with Teddy Roosevelt.* I wrote whole chunks of it with virtually no art, just writing to get it out there, and it's stuff I'd be mortified to release out there in current form. When I'm feeling on my game, I am seriously gonna need to devote a good three or four hours of revision, addition, and subtraction. But the thing is DONE, and I am more or less happy with the basic thing as it stands. I've pretty well got the arc I was shooting for, and hopefully more or less tied together threads from all the previous stories. Within a week, I hope to be satisfied enough with it to post it here.
I finally got the guts up to tell the director that I just couldn't bloody well do rehearsal tomorrow (or today, as it were... Saturday). It's not just that I might burst my stitches, but also, I'm so drugged up and aching that I'm just not gonna be able to give anything close to a decent rehearsal!
This director puts me on edge big time. I mean, I know it's the director's job to constantly worry and think that we always have such little time to get the show to anything close to decent shape, but Jebus, it's a 30-minute play and we'll be fine. I don't say this often, but man, this guy *seriously* needs to get laid. It's painfully obvious he hasn't had any in a damn long time.
I plan to spend this weekend taking it easy, healing up and watching movies. The worst part is trying not to talk. ME. NOT TALKING. It's torture, people. No, actually, the worst part is not being able to talk to Bloo. We can't chat via AIM either because her computer is packed up, ready for the move to Chicago. Sigh.
So it looks like a weekend of me and my laptop, being productive. Or if I'm too stoned, then movies! Now pardon me while I watch Eddie Izzard and try not to smile...
*Best I could think up off the top of my head. It's a tad obscure anyway. Any better suggestions for rough sex possibilities?
Now as it stands, it's rougher than sex with Teddy Roosevelt.* I wrote whole chunks of it with virtually no art, just writing to get it out there, and it's stuff I'd be mortified to release out there in current form. When I'm feeling on my game, I am seriously gonna need to devote a good three or four hours of revision, addition, and subtraction. But the thing is DONE, and I am more or less happy with the basic thing as it stands. I've pretty well got the arc I was shooting for, and hopefully more or less tied together threads from all the previous stories. Within a week, I hope to be satisfied enough with it to post it here.
I finally got the guts up to tell the director that I just couldn't bloody well do rehearsal tomorrow (or today, as it were... Saturday). It's not just that I might burst my stitches, but also, I'm so drugged up and aching that I'm just not gonna be able to give anything close to a decent rehearsal!
This director puts me on edge big time. I mean, I know it's the director's job to constantly worry and think that we always have such little time to get the show to anything close to decent shape, but Jebus, it's a 30-minute play and we'll be fine. I don't say this often, but man, this guy *seriously* needs to get laid. It's painfully obvious he hasn't had any in a damn long time.
I plan to spend this weekend taking it easy, healing up and watching movies. The worst part is trying not to talk. ME. NOT TALKING. It's torture, people. No, actually, the worst part is not being able to talk to Bloo. We can't chat via AIM either because her computer is packed up, ready for the move to Chicago. Sigh.
So it looks like a weekend of me and my laptop, being productive. Or if I'm too stoned, then movies! Now pardon me while I watch Eddie Izzard and try not to smile...
*Best I could think up off the top of my head. It's a tad obscure anyway. Any better suggestions for rough sex possibilities?
