Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Pills


I took 10 mg of melatonin and 20 mg of Ambien last night and I still only slept for three hours before going to work. That’s the most I’ve slept in six days. I joined a new writing group in Los Angeles for fiction. I plan to workshop The Scribbled Victims with them. It starts in May. I also booked a flight to see Amirah next month. After work I unsuccessfully tried to take a nap. Finally, I got out of bed and went out to dinner with Cutlery. I’ll take more sleeping pills tonight and hope for the best.

Rupert Shrive

Monday, March 30, 2015

Someplace


My inability to sleep through an entire night persists. Ashley was on my mind last night. The Scribbled Victims gets more complicated the more I write. It’s expanding beyond what I had planned in the screenplay version. I started looking for someplace to go on vacation this year. I’m hoping for a quiet holiday where I can experience new surroundings, but still relax, and devote at least half of my time to writing. I contacted a fiction writing group in Los Angeles that I’m hoping to join so I can start workshopping The Scribbled Victims. I hope they’ll admit me.

Rupert Shrive

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Approved


I had a really good day today. I slept in and took myself out to lunch. Then I worked on proofing the seventh draft of the layout for The Dead Girl I Like Heart and Stuff and I approved it at last! So we are still two days ahead of schedule. I also got to talk to Stitches for a long time on the phone today. She wants me to make another film. I told her I don’t want to direct but I’d be willing to write and produce. I sat at a café in the afternoon and studied Hamlet.

Rupert Shrive

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Porter


This morning Farishta and I decided to have breakfast together last minute. As always we had such fun and laughed a lot. After that, I sat in traffic for about 90 minutes while driving up to La Crescenta to meet up with Jacquie and Amanda who was in town from Omaha. I went to Porter College with both of them many years ago. We ate Sri Lankan food and had a lot more laughs and I finally got to meet Jacquie’s boyfriend of many years. I tried to meet up with Stitches and Jessica Jackson afterwards but that didn’t happen.

Anna Razumovskaya

Friday, March 27, 2015

Dropcloth


I’ve draped a dropcloth over what’s hurting me. I can still feel it, but I don’t want it to be visible to others. My sleep is still fucked up. I woke early and fell back asleep. I woke up just in time to see that I was already five minutes late to see my psychiatrist. We have to reschedule. I don’t really care though. The dropcloth helps and my meds keep me numb. I’m making excellent progress on The Scribbled Victims. It’s finally getting more depth than the screenplay version. Elo asked me for more chapters today. That was nice.

Diego Fernandez

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Deferred


It pains me to see photos of your beautiful face. The poem Harlem, by Langston Hughes comes to mind. What happens to a dream deferred? Even the word deferred is probably overly optimistic. Yelena and Orly are my greatest source of comfort now. I made a lot of progress today on The Scribbled Victims. I expanded the story significantly and made some vital decisions regarding the plot, story structure, and narrative. I’m feeling more confident about this book every day I work on it. Unexpectedly, I had to request a sixth draft of the layout for the new Maddie book.

Dylanne Lee