I'm sending mom and my youngest brother some food, since my other brother and sister think it's too much trouble to take them grocery shopping. I'll bet my box of dry goods, cookies and candy, magazine and a letter get there faster than anyone else doing their fucking duty.
I must say, I'm shifting more into disappointment, now. I took this job only because Brother and sister said they'd take care of mom so youngest brother wouldn't have to. Now I'm wondering if I'll have to either quit and go back to care for her or move her up here, with me. I'm heading down for Christmas...and I got a feeling it's not going to be a nice one.
Again, no work done on LD. Seems even if I DID have the feeling I could write it into 50,000 words this will keep me out of the running. Maybe. I'll work all day Thanksgiving and this coming weekend...so we'll see. If I get a roll going, I can easily do 4-5000 words in a day, and all I really have left is just over 15000. We'll see what happens.
I may be heading down to NYC the 9th of December and staying till the 13th. Depends on if this packing job comes through. New York in winter. This should be interesting.
Screw it, I think I will.
The book is shifting a fair bit from the script and play...and may inform on them as well as them on it. So...I'm back to wondering what I'll wind up with.