I'm Baaaccckkk

Made it to Florida and guess what's staring at me in the guest bedroom ...? Yep, you know it -- my step-father's computer! So of course I had to jump online, LOL! Old habits die hard, let me tell you. My excuse was to look up bronchitis on www.webmd.com because my step-father is on his death bed, hacking up a lung and he thinks that's what he is suffering from.

So here I am writing from sunny Sarasota, FL. The flight was terrible. Lotsa turbulence. So much, in fact, we had to descend to a lower altitude to avoid the bumps, thereby, taking longer to fly down south. Our plane left an hour late (the plane was late arriving and delayed on the runway due to heavy traffic), but the pilot thought we could make up the time in the air, until we hit the turbulence. Oh well, at least we made it in one piece.

I tried to upgrade to first-class, but it was full. In fact, the entire plane was full. Every last seat was taken. Luckily, I had a window seat in the emergency row and there was no seat in front of me, so I could stretch out. The guy sitting next to me had a dog in a bag underneath his seat and it did not make a peep the entire flight. Actually, I didn't see it until we landed and he opened up the bag to let the dog out. It was the cutest thing, a Shiatsu, I think.

Anyway, I read my latest horror/thriller on the plane, and I've decided, if this script doesn't sell, then something is seriously fucked up. Now I have to make a decision: should I submit it to Script Shark for coverage and analysis to see what a pro Hollywood reader thinks about it, and/or try to find another agent to rep it? Something to ponder in the next few days.

Okay, I gotta jump now and go soak up some rays!