She was in the car at the time of the break-in. Poor thing, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now who’s going to tell this young girl’s parents? They’ll be hard to track down, too, because you better believe she didn’t have a shred of I.D. in that grass skirt. We’ve just been calling her Cecilia around here at the precinct.
In other news, I have been doing some writing for my script. I don’t have my self-promised five pages – I tried doing the short story thing, but it kind of threw me off my groove. With Brandon to bounce ideas off of, I now have the first five (short) scenes written in very rough terms. And there is no way I am posting a thing, because there is a very good chance that several hours from now (or sooner) I will discover that I hate every word of it.
I’m really hoping it turns out to be a strong dislike rather than a hatred, so I may have a hope of doing a re-write and not a re-start.
In other other news, a couple nights ago I started reading the back entries of Club Trillion. My dad had been telling me to read it for weeks. "It’s funny! Even if you don’t follow college basketball." Since basketball is the only sport I can get excitedabout even if I am only watching it on TV, I finally decided to give it a shot. The verdict? Mark Titus (#34!) is a hysterical, witty writer. I am also envious of his blogging success. If only I had a fascinating job that was worth blogging behind-the-scenes about.
Last but not least, in much BIGGER news, my brother and his wife called me this morning on speaker phone; they found out this morning that their baby is going to be a girl! It’s time to start buying some pink stuff.