Day Thirteen.

Wow, that sounds like quite a day. I have a couple friends and an ex who have autistic children, and these amazing wonderful children have it to varying degrees, and i have seen first hand how wonderful and difficult it can be. So I am definitely sending good vibes your way. It's unfortunate what some other children won't do just to be jerks and egg people on.

But after all that to still write, that's amazing. Wonderful work, as both a mom and a writer.

Just wanted to throw some support your way.

*namaste* and hugs

Dude. Remember ! You said you were going to win this year !

My autistic son assaulted another student (two different ones) twice this week on the bus. Now, in watching the bus video, the principal and my husband agreed it was more of a shove and the annoying kid who had baited him over-acted his physical and emotional reaction in a huge way. But, D was told he cannot put his hands on another person so a three day suspension from the bus is fair.

However, the message I received was, "D assaulted another student for the second time this week. Please advise as to what steps you are taking in response..." so I was on phone, fax and email to doctors, therapists, friends looking for a recommendation, etc. and wondering if he needed Outward Bound or residential treatment because spazzing out first and asking questions later is who I am.

So...I did actually write another page or two of the play and if I keep writing dialogue the way I have been I could still get to the magic 38ish pages by Saturday. We shall see.

Love to all.

no writing. Non-stop work, on a Thursday? Since WHEN??? I guess because I'll be off tomorrow, today had to squeeze my time away.

Rush after work to sign off on older daughter's old car so she could get her new one, then hurry to pick up younger daughter and drive like a maniac to Pittsburgh to see Maureen Johnson and John Green (both of YA lit fame) and get some books signed. just got home.

Tomorrow, most of the day will be at the oral surgeon for younger daughter, then once she's safely drugged at home, I should be able to write...I hope...

My current plan is to finish the draft before the end of next week. Since I'm about halfway there, I should make it.

I did nothing.

I fail (today).

to graduate school.

You mean you have a life outside of NaPlWriMo ?

NONSENSE ! :p

I am finishing an 8 page paper today. I am trying to just get it done so I can then do the rest of my huge pile of homework and move on to writing more on the play. Aaah grad school, you will not stop me from doing NaPlWriMo, no you will NOT !

Yes, it is hard. I have to write a ten minute play before wednesday and I've been protesting prop 8 and working my incredibly stressful 9 to 5. It's a hard balance, to be sure.

Keep heart! You're ahead of me!

I have to say, the way you write about your process is really beautiful.

48 pages is way ahead of the game. man, I've got to get packing.

The rumbling and grumbling you hear is your back brain processing the story and the people...it's good to put it away and let it percolate.

Don't worry - you'll get there!

:o)

I haven't touched it since my binge on Monday and Tuesday, when I got to about page 48.  I had so much work work to do, I stopped myself from emailing the latest version to my work computer, for fear I'd fall into it again.

There's a membrane that I pass through to get into its world, and once there, the characters are so alive, I can see the cracks in Margaret's lipstick and the sweat on Ruth's brow, I can smell Adri's hockey gear, knowing she'll never wear it again, and I can see her frumpy old one bedroom apartment, still full of her, and hear her fat cat meowing.

Then, BANG, I'm abruptly back with this world, sucked across the barrier.  And sometimes, this world feels decidedly unreal.

Oh, where's my muse.  After successfully pouring out 27 pages I feel drained.  Haven't written a damn thing for the past few days.  Good news is, I do keep thinking about the script and characters so maybe it's all just fermenting for the time being and I'll have another burst.  I just hope that doesn't happen in the next three days 'cause I'll be in Vegas.  Not the most conducive place for writing, but I'm going prepared and am open to see if the vaca will impact the script. 

Yeah, I just picked it up this morning before work. I wrote a couple of pages now I'm at 28, I think. But I hadn't written anything (of this) since Sunday.

This is also because I'm working on other stuff: this live old-timey radio theatre project for December, and a musical, also having its first showing in December. 

And then I also have to work 9-5, and live my life. So I feel yeah. This is a hard project to juggle and such.