imaginarycircus

I am supposed to be writing. I woke up. Wandered around. Made faces at the cat. Looked at the dirty dishes. Made iced coffee out of yesterday's french press. Wandered around some more. Listened to David's oil change mini-saga. Attempted to make a pancake. Failed. Watched David eat failed pancake. Laid down and cried a little. Acknowledged that I am a stress pit. Made a second pancake which was perfect. Ate pancake.

All I need to do is write out this scene. I'm going to write it in the screenplay first so I can get all the details out. I can do this. I think.

I'm not going to think about all the other shit I have to do. Just write this one scene. That and breathing is all I need to do today. OK.