Have a couple script treatments to write, but with my office not even half unpacked and sorted I totally don’t feel like it. My physical space isn’t right, so my mental space isn’t right, either. Gah.
Wondering what I thought of Frankenstein? Wonder no longer: my thoughts are here.
And if you’re wondering what I think of Matchbox Twenty’s “She’s So Mean” you can read a short musing on it here.
Now I am off to continue excavating, and to possibly even do some work (namely writing).