Bacon.

Bacon sizzles on the stove next to a pot filled with chicken, veggies, and butter. Loads of butter. A Zoa energy drink fills my belly and grants me the kick I need for the long evening. 

As I fasted for the past two days, I'm looking forward to supper.

My feature film, The Exaggerated Tale of Pearl Hart the Lady Bandit sits at draft 7 and it will stay there for the time being. The second act needs finessing and massaging but it's very close. My attention now is on Call Me Baby, the short film about the boy who kills his dad and fucks his ol' mum. Once that starts development, my focus will then shift to Skeeter Jones. 

I've been all over the place this past summer regarding writing. Too many projects, too many stories. So now, it's one at a time, moving on until one is completed. 

How are you? Not good? Don't care, fuck off.