Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. But also, icons!
Whew, I made it through the month of May. That was the fifth May since I started doing the annual screenplay contest/festival extravaganza, and I think it may have been the most work and the most stressful. (The very first May, my last semester in grad school, may still take the cake, though, since I was doing all of that on top of my master's thesis. That was right before most contests switched to online entries, and I will never forget finding out the post office closed at 4:30 instead of 5:00 like I thought, and having to literally sprint across campus to get my script postmarked on time. And since it was May in Austin, it was totally like four thousand degrees that afternoon, too.) I continued to do revisions after getting the thing done at the beginning of the month. Then finally got my ass in gear to do the revisions on my TV pilot, which ended up entailing a lot more work and rewriting than I had originally guessed.
So I finished all of that Tuesday the 29th. The last major deadline was June the 1st. Instead of just submitting and being done with it, I decided that since I had three days, that was totally enough time to bang out a Game of Thrones spec script. (It wasn't.) (I did it anyway.) Then I got to work the kick-off summer reading weekend immediately following, and got a new project on my second job, and, and, and. Well. Let's just say that I'm still really fucking tired, pals.
I'm finding myself still sort of not feeling the whole internet thing right now, though. Not sure why. I think some of it is that I've come to associate the internet with feelings of guilt over not writing and being productive; I'm sure that will sort itself out soon.