July already?

So the year is half over. It has been kind of interesting in some ways, frustrating in others. I have performed Old Hickory at the Snowball Festival, Letter of Resignation at One Man Talking and read Preston's Spot at Voices of the Fringe so that's all good;and there have been many years when that much progress would have been enough . . . but also I've been rejected by the Fringe festival and All for One, so that kind of sucks, but I guess it's the nature of the beast . . .

What I haven't been doing is writing much . . . which translates into: at all. Ideas are always burbling around in there, but so far sitting my butt down and committing anything to paper or computer hasn't happened. I need to just get started . . . get a rhythm going and do it . . . instead of thinking about it do it spontaneously .. . sit down, write the first thing that pops into my head, and see who answers and what they say.

There are so many potential directions to go in, from submitting to competitions or companies, writing or rewriting, that it seems kind of overwhelming sometimes . . . I guess that's when you have to get out the machete and start clearing out the underbrush . . .