All I had to do today was write three pages. Three pages of a synopsis. Three pages of a synopsis based on material I know so well, that I've been working on for....ages. Oy. Not that easy. Hard, in fact. I worked ALL day and I am exhausted.

I wrote a lot. I wrote a lot more than three pages. I wrote about half of a treatment and realized I was writing too much telling too much giving too much detail. Scrapped it. Well, I didn't scrap exactly, just saved it under a different heading. Years ago a friend of mine said, "No energy is wasted, Bettyjane." (In those days, she said "Betty Jane", but I'm Bettyjane now. Please note.) Anyway, I believed her. No energy is wasted. You can always use it somewhere else, and if not, just think of what you learned. So I filed the half (baked? assed?) material and launched another attack,not an attack, really, more like a sidle.I sidled into a succinct summary of what's going on. I printed two copies of it so I can take a look and see how it reads.

Not now. Tomorrow.

I'm in "sort-of" (see yesterday) limbo. This is not the religious holding pattern a putative soul is/was supposed to go into , between Heaven and Purgatory. We won't go there. No, take the second definition (from the online dictionary):

limbo: "an uncertain period of awaiting a decision or resolution; an intermediate state or condition"

Does that ring a familiar bell with you? I mean, aren't we all, most of us, in an intermediate state or condition? I often describe myself as halfway between then and now. That's pretty intermediate. And we all spend a lot of (too much) time on hold , especially if a problem with the computer is involved. It's not all bad, though. I've been working and thinking so steadily with a new screenplay that I have entered it into the sub-stratum of my thoughts, so I haven't stopped writing even when I'm not writing. You could compare it to an involuntary tongue poking into a cavity - not comfortable and not an attractive image. To me It's more like a stimulating companion that I turn to and it's there, always there (lying in wait?).. I have problems to solve so there's always something to chew on (sticking to my dental image). I haven't had a breakthrough during this process but I can hope. Soon, I hope. Anyway, on the conscious level, there's always something to do.

Just busy somethings: I had a birthday brunch yesterday; Matt came for dinner; I did the laundry this morning; and my big project of the day was my Icelandic homework. Tomorrow I have some financial business to attend to, and some heavy-duty letters (marketing pitches). Perhaps by mid-week I can get back to my subtextual companions.

What am I going to do with them? They haven't told me yet.