OK. First I had the Stare Blank-minded At A Blank Screen disease. Then I had the Type It In Backspace It Out disease. I am, in fact, struggling mightily with myself not to backspace out those two sentences. I’ve had worse Tired Tuesday posts. I think.
Now there’s a character!
I thought I would pep things up with a picture. This is our good friend Tucker, in a truly brilliant performance in Donate to Murder, the mystery we are reviving for a fundraiser for the Herkimer County Historical Society next month. Earlier today I was going over the script and making a few changes. I love writing. I can never understand why I don’t do more of it. What the hell, me?
Another dramatic moment.
I certainly hope I can find that hat with all the feathers. Finishing the re-polish of Donate is not the only writerly chore I have to concern myself with. However, I do not care to write about everything I Am Going To Write. Then again, it would make a change from writing about How I Can’t Write Anything. Oh dear.
Bennie the Bootlegger was not actually shaped like that.
Well, maybe one more preview of coming attractions. LiFT is reviving Rubbed Out At Ruby’s for a fundraiser for RCIL in April. Who doesn’t love a 1920’s murder mystery?
Mohawk Valley Girl 