Progress

Going into Scriptfrenzy Day 15 with 84 pages under my belt and about to enter what might turn out to be a plot cul de sac. But since I don't have a map I won't really know until I reach the other end.
And the joiners are still here, along with assorted hammer drills, mitre saws and, of course, sawdust...

This month's obsession

I've taken up the Scriptfrenzy challenge, to write 100 script pages during April. Scriptwriting forms part of the OU course I'll be starting in September and since I've never tried it before it seemed a good idea to familiarise myself with the formatting and so forth.
The target's to produce 3 and a bit pages a day. I'm going into Day 8 with 43 pages under my belt so far. This leads me to anticipate one or two problems with pacing in the later stages. Unless the world's ready for a four-hour screenplay.
Still, it's good to get the daily writing habit back on track. Something had to take the place of my coffee habit...

Gobsmacked

OMG. The joiner has brought his own vacuum cleaner.

Been writing

I've been writing. Finished a new short story for an impossibly ambitious target. Life is good. :-)

My current course

Has been dropped. Long live the next course (starting September).
Probably the best outcome, since a plague of joiners is about to descend on the house. Hopefully when they leave we'll have a new kitchen, staircase and study floor. If I don't have to clean up any sawdust I'll be ecstatic.
In the meantime here's a seasonal picture (the Easter Bunny).

It can't be March already...

Lots of stuff's happened since my last posting, I'm sure, but I'm struggling to recall exactly what. In the aftermath of the man-flu I managed to finish my first assignment for the OU course on time. I even carried on studying the next section while I waited for it to be returned, telling myself if it was a rubbish mark I'd quit the course, since I'm less than enthralled with linguistics. It turned out to be a so-so mark so I threw myself at the course material with renewed vigour. And fell asleep. Three days in a row. The kids had recycled another virus from school. It was round about this point my resolution to write something every day faltered. Or, more accurately, keeled over and refused to take another step.*
Then, when I could once more contemplate the course book without sliding into a doze, the OU announced that, as a result of government funding cuts, one of the courses I'd planned to do later would be ending next year, instead of 2014. Which meant I would have to overlap it with the Creative Writing course due to start this autumn. I've come up with various creative solutions to get round this problem, two of which involve dropping my current course. So, while I wait for the powers that be to pronounce on my future I might just make a start on the decorating.
Oh, yeah, I also gave up coffee. 8-o

* Doing OK on the others so far

Man-flu

After managing to sidestep every virus that's felled the rest of the family this winter my luck ran out. So much for getting ahead of my study schedule. I've been suffering womanfully for the past two days and whilst it's nice to share, I've had enough. You can have it back, guys, any time you want.
This means I've spent a lot of time doing, for want of a better term, online research. I was fascinated to read one of the nominated stories for a forthcoming award, which appears to have been written as a tribute to the late Catherine Cookson, a sort of Tilly Trotter in the 25th Century.
Damn, I can write cutesy with an edge; why didn't I think of that?