Get my mail today with one of my favorite movie rags, and lo and behold...the guy who hasn't called yet is featured in an article. Wow. It must really suck to be Jennifer Anniston and never be able to get away from reminders.
Yes Christina, I know, I'm "way hotter" than him anyway and he's "busy doing interviews and will call later." Sigh. But I'm alone on a Friday night, doing laundry and he's a brilliant novelist/moviemaker on a publicity tour, probably with playmate bunnies throwing underwear at him. Why couldn't he just work at the Coffee Bean down the street like many of the guys interested in me? Double sigh.
Hero had a mini-operation today to remove a lump. Nurse Sis is picking him up now, so he should be fine. I was too worried to tell you all about it. We'll get the biopsy results back next week. Took him Wdnesday to that management company that wanted to make Hero a star...they wanted $6,000 first.
Mom was denied from the care facility we wanted her to be at. On to Plan B, which means Monday would be the earliest she could be transferred out of the hospital. Though she's holding court there too...we hear all the nurses love her, and that she's been passing out Mom's Cancer cards right and left and showing everybody pix of Hero. None of her actual children, I hear :)
I still haven't written anything. Took a mini break. Next week it all begins. Mondays will be rewrites with a few friends on Probationary Period with the goal of a staged reading beginning of October. Tuesday is a rewrite class at UCLA - probably going to do Divas Inc or the High School Rom Com. Must decide by Sunday. Wednesday night is the TV spec class at UCLA. Every other Thursday is the continuation of my Tim Albaugh writer's group, sans Tim. We're all going to continue our screenplays from last quarter since only one of us actually finished (50 pages to go!).
So by mid September I'll have two feature screenplays and a drama spec ready to shop to agents and managers and another comedy ready for a rewrite. That should give me plenty of time to take advantage of the Mom's Cancer press we're going to be getting (already had one really intriguing offer I'm NOT allowed to say anything about, but it's damn exciting). Pedal to the medal.
Now if the universe would stop throwing "emergency" distractions in my path...