i suck at this part 2.

Well it's a little late to talk about Salinger now, isn't it? Procrastination wins yet again. Suffice it to say he's dead and I was sad and I spent a good portion of my formative years falling in love with Holden Caulfield every time I read Catcher in the Rye. But Franny and Zooey is still my favorite and I've spent my few adult years (obviously using the term adult in the loosest fashion possible) being in love with Zooey. So, whatever this says about me as a person, I don't know, but Salinger was one of the reasons I wanted to write when I was a kid and ten year old me, sixteen year old me and twenty-three on the cusp of twenty-four me is still recovering.

Speaking of writing - this is a terrible segue I know - I signed up for Script Frenzy, which as I understand it is the script equivalent to NaNoWriMo. It starts April 1st, so I guess I should probably finish that fucking outline, huh? Right.

Here's the thing. I detest outlining. Like, I'd rather be stuck on a desert island with Sarah Palin than outline. At least she'd have a shotgun. So I started outlining this script and then I stopped about halfway through, because it seemed like self-imposed torture. Unfortunately the idea itself is convoluted enough that it requires writing down, so, goddamnit about sums up my thoughts.

Oddly enough I do pretty well with lists (never said my logic was anything other than ass backwards) so, I'm making a list of shit I need to get done this weekend and the outline is going on the list. Only way it's gonna get done. I won't put the list here cause honestly I don't think anyone cares that I haven't done laundry in three weeks. If they do, bigger issues at hand.

So I will, in theory be babbling incoherently here more often. We'll see. I might just get distracted by something really shiny instead.