Apathy

Is a horrible thing. It's not actuall apathy, it's just a cloak of sloth that has inhibited me from doing anything, until yesterday. I wrote, gasp, a whole page, and it was leading somewhere, not jsut exposition and description. You betcha, actual plot! Frase has finally found nenan.

Since last I wrote I actually did quite a bit but didn't record it. I blame the play. It feels like longer since I've written then it has been, and that's saying something because it's been wuite awhile since I've written.

If I'm a good little Suzie I can jump start my muse tonight and tomorrow, maybe have this thing finished tuesday, and then beth and I can start the third third of our school term being productive and haveing a creative outlet where we can channel our muse.

It's really tragic too, because our muse was getting into one hell of a groove, she was pulling out all sorts of plot devises and character development. it was really cool. I hope she doesn't get engry at us for making her work again, but then she's a muse, doesn't she love her work. Or does a Muse need a muse to be a proper muse?

Deep.

2 days before the 15th.

Today is the 13th. Not being a math wiz, I still feel qualified to say that we don't have long before the 15th. What happens then? Our Writer's Weekend entry is due. Last year we came in last - not wanting to be last again, we have to make some changes to the entry and get it the hell outta here --- by Tuesday!

*Run in circle in panic*

So um, when that gonna happen? Delegation? Spontaneous visitage? Muchly use of Mr. E-mail and his good friend the telephone?