I’m at one of my network of writing-conducive cafes; I’ve just polished off a flat brown and five pages of a new Earbud Theater script I’m calling Monday for the Sweepers. My previous script Scary Ride is in the final
The things you find in dusty drawers
I spent a long time cleaning and re-ordering yesterday. The results probably don’t look all that different to the untrained eye – the stacks littered here and there are shorter and sturdier, and the flat surfaces on which they rest