Spooky

My last three blog posts contain the word 'finished', two of them italicised. Is this significant, I wonder?

Yay! It's a bank holiday!

I've spent the past three days crawling up and down the new stairs with sandpaper, woodstain and Danish oil. My knees ache, my back hurts and my wrists are sore.
31 spindles, 2 more newels and the landing handrails to go, then I'll be finished. One way or the other.

Sawdust

The latest swarm of joiners has left the building. This is a good thing. They'll be back in the first week of June to fit five new doors and then, horror of horrors, they may have finished. This is a mind-boggling prospect: dare I think in terms of resurrecting the daily writing habit?
I'd better not be too hasty, the other joiner's due tomorrow to finish off the handrail on the new staircase and when he does I have the hall, stairs, landing, bathroom and study to decorate. And when the builders have finished plastering round the new windows there's a living room to decorate too...

Oops

Should have updated this a few days ago. 'Finished' Scriptfrenzy with 112 pages. I'll leave it to fester for a while and see if I can wring a credible ending out of it one day.
In the meantime I have one or two post-rewire decorating jobs to do - two rooms down, the rest of the house to go. I may be some time.

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.