imaginarycircus

My class did a table read of my short screen play this evening. Since I had never written one before I was very nervous. My readers were excellent and the class liked it. My prof. said that he had never seen a regular fiction student move so effortlessly into screenwriting before. Apparently I nailed it. I hope it wasn't just beginner's luck. I have this horrible feeling I maybe should have considered an MFA in film instead of fiction--but it is too late now. And who knows, maybe that would have been a bad idea.

My prof. also embraced my new meta tack with the nun story and we discussed the opening of the feature length screenplay. I'm all set to dive in. The next four or five months of writing are going to be so much fun.

The class, which is all undergrads except for me is amazing. What a talented group of people. The scripts are hilarious and brilliant (though uneven!) and the table reads leave us crying tears of laughter. I swear I come out of that class feeling totally high at 10pm every Thursday.

Except David picked me up an hour ago and we came home and I feel completely heart broken because the little cat is at the vet getting neutered and won't be back until Saturday morning. I miss him so much. Man, if I am this attached to a cat I am not sure I could handle a child. I would be a wreck all the time. Come to think of it I'd be my mother. Shit.

Tomorrow will be so weird. I'm used to having him jump on my every thirty minutes for petting while I write all day. Maybe I should go out to a cafe to write. I dunno.