56 pages.

I had a good day. I got my house clean (clean enough), and successfully entertained family with well cooked food, and general hospitality. You have no idea what a challenge normal things like this are for me. I'm sort of a hermit, socially. I love people, but as far as bringing them here, into my fortress of solitude- thats no easy feat.

Mostly because I value my space- I like to be able to talk to myself at will, or sit down and draw a picture when inspiration strikes. I like to lose myself in music. This is what I do with my time.

It's late right now and I'm pooped. So, I should keep this short before I say something weird.

I'm sitting here typing the screenplay- trudging through some dreadfully lame material that sort of has to happen.

But, I just checked and I'm at 56 pages! Thats good!

So, my hair is braided (so I can fake curliness for Easter church tommorow) and my coffee is almost gone. I think I'll call it a night and dream of the next section of the story. The dreaded MIDDLE. Ugh.