FRIDAY'S ALMOST HERE, SON.

I must say, the more I use Fade In, the more impressed with it I am. It's different than Celtx, but not BAD in any way. Actually, I can fit more words on the dialogue lines, which is nice. My goal was to be done-done with The Hun by Friday, so I can move on to planning other projects, and finish editing a lesser project I've been working on (I.E., one that likely won't sell). But the progress has been leaps and bounds. I anticipate being done tomorrow, barring some freak accident. And then it's off to some contests and the Blacklist. Casting a wider net, now that it's streamlined. I figure that now is the time to show that I know what I'm doing, because I don't think there's anything I'm missing.

And when it's done-done, I'm going to do a full reading each day until Friday, when I send it off. I don't think I need good vibes though, because this isn't a good-vibes script. It's fucked up and mean and kind of a tragedy, but a hell of a ride. Like a historical one-shot Game of Thrones, with a Roman flavor. I'm dead-convinced, if it doesn't sell now, it will when they finally discover me. Living in a cave like Ted Kaczynski, writing plot synopses of every historical event ever recorded.

So that's a thing. And I have edits to make, but they're so small and so simple, it should take literally ten minutes. Just tweaking descriptions and adding single sentences to existing dialogue. SLACK. God, I wish I could wake up in the morning and just do this. Wake up when I want, do my work when I want, put it down when I want (which is the real struggle -- my muse is a dominatrix), and get paid solid paychecks for my efforts. None of this busting my ass for the scraps from the head-guy's table. I mean, I guess this is technically scraps from the head-guy's table, but the head guy dumps a feast's worth of scraps, so there'a ample pickings. None of this eating spaghetti for a week bullshit.

*DEEP BREATH* I am closer to the end than to the beginning.

Also, my little brother had his kid. We go to visit her next month, so that should be fun. I got a TON done last time I went down there. And since he flies an F-15, I'm hoping to get some cool shit down for my WWII one. It's about the Battle of Britain, and they have a Battle of Britain-themed bar there, with an actual Spitfire out front. I'm going to haunt that place like a ghost for at LEAST one night. And I hope to come up with some cool piloting shit too. Like, incorporate some stories and the like. I mean, when he was with The Eagles, the queen of fucking England footed the bill for their party, so clearly this wasn't bluster. And I bet he'd like being involved in one of these. At least the planning, which is the easy shit.

Lastly, it says someone IS reading these. If it's you, homeland security, the Unabomber thing was a gag. Just talking shit. I don't even think there even ARE caves in Iowa.