Aaaargh! (No, not in the pirate sense. Just in the general frustrated sense.)
We’ve been waiting to hear about the final results (read: winners) of the Creative World Awards. First we were told they would be announced on Saturday. Then it was pushed to Sunday. Then it was supposed to be today by 7:00 p.m. (Pacific). But now the site just says September 8th/9th. Whaaa?
I’ve written before about the problems I’ve noticed competitions and film festivals seem to have regarding deadlines. As in: never being able to meet their own. I understand, of course, it’s a huge undertaking to evaluate so many scripts—and the number of entrants swells each year, more and more people trying to become writers and screenwriters—but . . . It’s still pretty frustrating.
Meanwhile, I’m just an impatient person by nature. Now I’ve got lots of queries out, and partials, and even one full manuscript, and I’m finding it very difficult to wait. I get restless, and then I find it difficult to sit down and write. Even though I know the best thing to do at these times is to get to work on another project. Always. Be. Producing.
Well, I did write a little today. And I also went shopping. We’ll see how much of it I actually keep.
And of course I did my morning walk!
1. “Good Life” by OneRepublic
2. “Hard Candy” by Counting Crows
3. “All I Wanna Do” by Sheryl Crow
4. “Save Me, San Francisco” by Train
5. “Exit Wounds” by The Script
6. “Here Comes Horses” by Tabitha’s Secret
7. “The Man Who Never Lied” by Maroon 5
8. “It Ends Tonight” by All-American Rejects
9. “Need” by Gavin DeGraw
I have a special love for “Save Me, San Francisco.” A few years ago when I knew I had to get out of the frigid Northeast, I was thinking about San Francisco. And then I started hearing this song on the radio and took it as a sign. I’ve lived in the area 2.5 years and just love it. (Still planning on a place in London at some point, though. I can deal with the cold and the rain, just not the snow. Would have to go somewhere else for part of the year.)
That jump from “Save Me, San Francisco” to “Exit Wounds” was a bit jarring. If I were using the songs to tell a story (like I sometimes do), I’d have to wonder what happened there.
And, yes, I realize “Here Comes Horses” is incorrect grammar. But hey, I didn’t name the song, nor did I write it. That’s all on Rob and Pookie and whoever else.