Jeri Smith-Ready

Second draft complete

Pant, pant. What a ruthless day, culminating in the penning of yet another head-trippy scene. This book delves into Spirits and shamanism and walks on the wild side, so weirdness abounds, but hopefully weirdness in a good way, like Being John Malkovich, not in a bad way, like Requiem for a Dream, the memory of which I'd like to burn away someday with electroconvulsive therapy, except that it would remind me of that scene at the end with the mother and AAAUGGGHGHH!! Never did a screenwriter loathe his characters so much.

But I digress.

Where was I? I'm done. Only printing and copying to do tomorrow on my way to work, then I'll take tomorrow night off to begin reading the six-pound blockbuster novel, The Historian. I can't wait to see what all the fuss is about. 76 people are waiting for it at the library, so I have to finish it in three weeks or less.

Friday I have all sorts of productive activities planned, including revamping the content of this entire website. But I have a feeling I'll be in that odd state that occurs after finishing a draft, the same state resulting from writing a college paper, or meeting a newspaper deadline, or preparing for a theatre production. You know how, before it's due and you're spending every moment on it, you start making a mental list of all the wonderful things you'll accomplish once you're freed from the grip of The Project, but then after The Project is over, all you want to do is veg, but that's boring, so you wander around your home like a stranger, picking up objects and not recognizing them, only knowing that they're in desperate need of dusting, but that would involve going all the way into the kitchen to get the Pledge(tm) and by the time you're there you realize how hungry you are and then you spend the rest of the day eating tortillas straight from the bag, one crescent-shaped strip at a time?

I need to go to bed.

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