Well, I thought I was going to write today.
Last night when I get home and settled onto the computer, my plan was to do a few things for the Book of Bad Ideas and then I would put that aside and spend all day Saturday on the first script for my new mini-series. That was the plan at least and as most plans, it went astray. Not often do I get to use the word astray and it’s usually related to plans of some sort. But I digress.
I got up at the insanely earlier time of 5:30 AM. Why you might ask? Well, that’s the time I would normally get up to go to the office for the programming contract. I guess my internal clock has no idea that it’s Saturday and the contract is over. So 5:30 AM and I’m awake. I head up stairs and figure I’ll pull up the outline that has already been approved and start laying out first issue. That lasted until I got to the top of the stairs and into my computer seat… then it was email checking, website checking, seeing what is on TV. Between the Sudoku website and BBC America, I could waste hours without even trying.
An hour later my beautiful wife stirs and I remember something about taking her to breakfast if she woke up before 7 AM. So now I she gets ready, I get ready and we head out the door to the International House of Pancakes. I’m not going to make any jokes about it being international; I’m pretty sure all of the jokes have been done to death. I order up the chocolate chip pancakes as a farewell gesture; on Monday I’m going to give the whole Low-Carb thing a try again and see if I can get back down to my girlish figure. I also order a cup of hot tea. I’m not a coffee drinker; I prefer hot tea. You would think that would come from my British mother, but in truth my mother drinks coffee like it’s keeping her alive, so I picked up my preference for tea (PG Tips or Earl Grey if possible) from my Irish grandmother. Anyway, I’m digressing again, I ordered hot tea and a moment later we hear a crash from the back of the restaurant. Our waitress spilled the hot water on her arm, burning herself pretty badly. The odd thing was as soon as the noise happened not only did I know exactly what happened, the guy at the next table did as well… it turns out he is the waitresses father and tells us that his lovely daughter is a bit of a klutz.
After breakfast, my wife reminds me I offered to go with her to Target. I have no recollection of this offer, but she has the breasts in this relationship so we go to Target. As I am wondering through the store I come across the most amazing isle you will ever find in a Target… the musical instrument isle. I didn’t know they had such a thing but there it was, a row of acoustic, electric and bass guitars as well as keyboards and all the accessories. In an odd moment, I decided to pick up a distortion pedal for my bass… this was definitely not on the shopping list but my wife lets it slide, calling it a necessity.
We get back to the house and my beautiful bride reminds me that I told her I would take her out to Dark Delicacies this weekend and it would probably be better if we go today instead of tomorrow. I’m now worried that I’m talking in my sleep, or at least promising stuff in my sleep. So I get upstairs, check emails, etc and then we head out to Burbank. The first thing that happens when I get in the door is the owner ask me to sign the copies of Dead Space #3 which I do gladly. Some guy named Steve has scribbled in the good spot so I had to sign on the side. I wandered the store while my wife scoured the shelves for her desired purchases. I picked up the Land of the Dead trade with art by Gabriel Rodriguez. Gabe is also doing the Great and Secret Show art and seems to literally get better with each page he draws. Amazing stuff. I also pick up a DVD of a movie called The Pyjama Girl Case starring Ray Milland. I know nothing about the movie or the actual case it’s based off of, but I love a good mystery and figured I’d give it a shot.
We headed back home, listening to Radio Classics on Sirius… I can’t remember if it was The Whistler or Richard Diamond, Private Eye… but I enjoyed the show. I also remember signing along to White Lines and How Bizarre. It was now about 12:30 PM and my hunger had returned so we picked up a couple Double Doubles from In-n-Out and headed home. Had lunch and headed back up stairs only to discover I was yawning too much to keep my eyes open. So at about 1:30 PM I headed for a short nap.
At 4 PM I got up, short nap my ass, and decided I need a shot of caffeine that only the good Dr. could provide. So a quick trip to 7-11 for a Dr. Pepper and then back home to the keyboard. That’s when I realized I should probably write up my blog entry before starting on the first script… so as not to break the wonderful stride I’m certain to get on… and here I am typing up the last of this entry as my watch approaches 5:30 PM; twelve hours since my day started and I have yet to write a single word of a script that I cleared my day to write.
Now as long as I didn’t promise my wife anything else while I was sleeping, then I should be good to focus on nothing but the script tonight. We’ll see if that actually happens though.
Last night when I get home and settled onto the computer, my plan was to do a few things for the Book of Bad Ideas and then I would put that aside and spend all day Saturday on the first script for my new mini-series. That was the plan at least and as most plans, it went astray. Not often do I get to use the word astray and it’s usually related to plans of some sort. But I digress.
I got up at the insanely earlier time of 5:30 AM. Why you might ask? Well, that’s the time I would normally get up to go to the office for the programming contract. I guess my internal clock has no idea that it’s Saturday and the contract is over. So 5:30 AM and I’m awake. I head up stairs and figure I’ll pull up the outline that has already been approved and start laying out first issue. That lasted until I got to the top of the stairs and into my computer seat… then it was email checking, website checking, seeing what is on TV. Between the Sudoku website and BBC America, I could waste hours without even trying.
An hour later my beautiful wife stirs and I remember something about taking her to breakfast if she woke up before 7 AM. So now I she gets ready, I get ready and we head out the door to the International House of Pancakes. I’m not going to make any jokes about it being international; I’m pretty sure all of the jokes have been done to death. I order up the chocolate chip pancakes as a farewell gesture; on Monday I’m going to give the whole Low-Carb thing a try again and see if I can get back down to my girlish figure. I also order a cup of hot tea. I’m not a coffee drinker; I prefer hot tea. You would think that would come from my British mother, but in truth my mother drinks coffee like it’s keeping her alive, so I picked up my preference for tea (PG Tips or Earl Grey if possible) from my Irish grandmother. Anyway, I’m digressing again, I ordered hot tea and a moment later we hear a crash from the back of the restaurant. Our waitress spilled the hot water on her arm, burning herself pretty badly. The odd thing was as soon as the noise happened not only did I know exactly what happened, the guy at the next table did as well… it turns out he is the waitresses father and tells us that his lovely daughter is a bit of a klutz.
After breakfast, my wife reminds me I offered to go with her to Target. I have no recollection of this offer, but she has the breasts in this relationship so we go to Target. As I am wondering through the store I come across the most amazing isle you will ever find in a Target… the musical instrument isle. I didn’t know they had such a thing but there it was, a row of acoustic, electric and bass guitars as well as keyboards and all the accessories. In an odd moment, I decided to pick up a distortion pedal for my bass… this was definitely not on the shopping list but my wife lets it slide, calling it a necessity.
We get back to the house and my beautiful bride reminds me that I told her I would take her out to Dark Delicacies this weekend and it would probably be better if we go today instead of tomorrow. I’m now worried that I’m talking in my sleep, or at least promising stuff in my sleep. So I get upstairs, check emails, etc and then we head out to Burbank. The first thing that happens when I get in the door is the owner ask me to sign the copies of Dead Space #3 which I do gladly. Some guy named Steve has scribbled in the good spot so I had to sign on the side. I wandered the store while my wife scoured the shelves for her desired purchases. I picked up the Land of the Dead trade with art by Gabriel Rodriguez. Gabe is also doing the Great and Secret Show art and seems to literally get better with each page he draws. Amazing stuff. I also pick up a DVD of a movie called The Pyjama Girl Case starring Ray Milland. I know nothing about the movie or the actual case it’s based off of, but I love a good mystery and figured I’d give it a shot.
We headed back home, listening to Radio Classics on Sirius… I can’t remember if it was The Whistler or Richard Diamond, Private Eye… but I enjoyed the show. I also remember signing along to White Lines and How Bizarre. It was now about 12:30 PM and my hunger had returned so we picked up a couple Double Doubles from In-n-Out and headed home. Had lunch and headed back up stairs only to discover I was yawning too much to keep my eyes open. So at about 1:30 PM I headed for a short nap.
At 4 PM I got up, short nap my ass, and decided I need a shot of caffeine that only the good Dr. could provide. So a quick trip to 7-11 for a Dr. Pepper and then back home to the keyboard. That’s when I realized I should probably write up my blog entry before starting on the first script… so as not to break the wonderful stride I’m certain to get on… and here I am typing up the last of this entry as my watch approaches 5:30 PM; twelve hours since my day started and I have yet to write a single word of a script that I cleared my day to write.
Now as long as I didn’t promise my wife anything else while I was sleeping, then I should be good to focus on nothing but the script tonight. We’ll see if that actually happens though.
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