From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

After my less-than-hopeful last post, I'm hoping this time to not further depress anyone who might read what I've written. Slowly, the 2-month long shadow is beginning to lift. It feels as if I've distanced myself from my creative self for far longer than 2 months, but that is all it has been. Desire to return to my unfinished stories and the limbo-held lives of my infant characters is now needling its way through the darkness...... --I've left Morgan Blake in the clutches of her sadistic, psychopathic cousin. --Poor Daniel Quinn has been "lost" in the In-Between for longer than he should have been. --And my dreadfully neglected Gruesome triplets must surely think I've disowned them-- Wilhelmina, Phineas and Ignatius are still without a home, though their inheritance should be of some comfort. --Regretfully I'm ashamed to even mention Carson Reed and Raimi Singh, whose story is still only half-conceived. I am obliged to return to my writing, n

I sometimes forget how life can suddenly take a drastic turn, causing all your perfectly laid plans to scatter to the proverbial wind. Since the last time I posted, I should proudly have in my hands my first completed screenplay manuscript-- such is not the case. For all my excited planning and revelry in the expectant insanity that was to ensue, I failed to remember there are times when unseen forces and unplanned-for-events stop at nothing to prevent us from completing the goals we set out for ourselves. To set the record straight, I currently have 3 pages of the intended 100 pages of my screenplay complete. The April 30th deadline has long been past and thus my first attempt at Script Frenzy is a bust. But, that doesn't mean I can't try again next year and with NaNoWriMo only 6 months away, I still have a chance of redeeming myself before the year is out. But, even more unfortunately, the events that prevented me from completing my screenplay left such an emotional, spir