As Expected

I are NOT NOT happy.

So I got my lease, we all knew this.

I also had to call the local electric company and the gas company so that I would have both when I moved in. Fair enough. I'm not huge on talking to people on the phone, but that's life.

So I call PGW (Philadelphia Gas Works). I DO realize what I did wrong there; I neglected to remember that my social security card has my middle name on it and so a conflict came up. Ergo, Kate has to go into the city to do it in person, with lease, two forms of ID, and social security card.

Kate is annoyed now, but she already knows what she did wrong. So she calls PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company) to get electricity and do it right this time around. THIS time, I have my social security card out beside me as I'm on the phone, so I give the right name.

And with THIS one, there's ALSO a conflict, so I have to go in to do THAT one in person, too!

I thought I was finished with this in-and-out-of-the-city crap. And now I have to go sit around at PGW and PECO to show them my two forms of ID, one of which will be my green card (so I'm bound to get funny looks), and HOPEFULLY, MAYBE, when I get home tomorrow, I will have things set up for my apartment.

But at this point, I'm not getting my hopes up.

Good things?

Well, I think I've given up on scriptfrenzy, mostly because I can't summon up the requisite enthusiasm. Ah well. Next year, maybe (if it happens).


But I signed a lease on an apartment, so I have somewhere to live as of July 7. Scary. My own place. (Yeah, the parents are paying the bills. But it's still my place).

And I'm getting another feeler on a job, this time for working on a campaign. Awesome.

This only guarantees that every other aspect of my life is about to go crumbling into a zillion pieces.

You watch.

(Oh, and I don't think I'm going to rewrite the novel-from-hell. Probably).

A Month (nearly)

Well, it's been nearly a month since I finished the novel-from-hell, and I have been gloriously not doing anything since. (I might/might not finish Scriptfrenzy, I'm 10,000 words in so far).

I've decided that this afternoon I'm giving it a read-through. Huzzah.

That means tomorrow I'll decide to rewrite it. You watch.

Scriptfrenzy!

Now, I thought that I'd talked myself out of doing scriptfrenzy. I'm a book-writer, not a screenwriter, and I've no desire to be anything but. Besides, I've gathered that it's even more of a difficult biz to break into, and seems like I've already got my work cut out for me enough with the regular writing.

Then somehow, I find myself doing it.

I'm trying to not be too surprised about it.

The screenplay I'm writing is an idea that I'd had and put down in my little notebook o' plots, but it seemed too cliche to ever be worth seriously committing time to it. So I've decided that there's no harm in writing a screenplay that will never see the light of day about it. Better than scrounging one of my good plots on it.

Of course, it was going to start as a lighthearted romantic comedy. Mostly because I imagined that they'd be the easiest thing to write about and the plot vaguely fit the bill.

But this is me. Of course it's already got a conspiracy and a totalitarian government. Again, I'm trying not to be too surprised. They're things that tend to creep into my stuff, whether or not I intend it too.

The good news is that it's only 20,000 words, and I'm already 3,000 in. I'm guessing that I'll be finished by the end of the week, around Friday or so. Then I can get back to writing (or more accurately, avoiding writing) the sequel for the novel-from-hell.

On the personal front, still no job. Still no apartment. Another thing to try not to be too surprised abot.