Well I've posted very little this month I know. No real excuse except a lingering emotional debility. Or a lack of energy. Or something. It's not been a very good month. And I don't have much mojo working right now. My time keeps getting broken into small parcels. And, going back home for a brief time and seeing all the old gang and feeling companionship and energy from them again only makes California's isolation more difficult and unpleasant.
So, my usual policy when I'm filled with despair and grouchiness is to not post on the blog--figuring there's nothing worse in the world than reading other people's complaints. But, at the same time, I know from experience that often just forcing myself to write a post tends to lift my mood. So it's a double-edged wombat, as it were. Or maybe a double-furred wombat? That's a lot of wombat!
And the good news is that next week I'm going to New York, to see friends of all stripes and furriness. And the tutoring is very busy, although that's a mixed blessing. It's more money but it's less time to do the second draft of the play. The second draft is essentially becoming a page one rewrite, which is a thing to make one sad. To make me sad, actually. But that's okay. It's not that I can't build the bridge, I just need time to get all the pieces. That, at least, is a development.