This weekend I am going on a trip. Very excited to go and shall depart immediately after I am done slaving away in my cubicle. The temple of corporate power that keeps me confined Monday -Friday from about 8am until 5pm shall be cast down as I make my escape.
Conversation between T (a screenplay guru) and myself:
T: How's life at the office?
M: A mind prison. You?
T: At the gig too. Dying inside.
Do lots of people feel this way? For their entire lives? My God. Gotta break out of this cage and just do me.
A trip is just what I need to soothe the heart and mend the soul and to rediscover some of my creative juices.
Speaking of creative juices...
Halfway Updates for my November challenges:
NanoWriMo: update stands at 17,000 words; a little slower paced than I thought, but still moving the chains one page at a time.
Movember / No-Shave November: I could talk a lot or just show a pic that is worth a thousand words.
Now for the facial hair update...complete with lumberjack shirt and a tiny goal post over my right shoulder.