This is a comment I’ve received five times so far, each one shilling different stuff I won’t describe in this here highly Googleable text. (Please to be clicking these – they’re on the wide side and I reduced them a little in this here post so that my site’s layout wouldn’t get all pissed.)

The original comment.

The artistic interpretation.

I’m currently at a coffee shop (very Seattle, no?). I just finished eviscerating my existing script for Furlough three and four. I was afraid I’d read it and go, “Yeah, that’s fine,” and just limply draw it, because I’ve been looking at it for so long. But no, I have new ideas and strong feelings about things and several new scenes to write. Every page has something on it, and some of them are buried pretty deep under my scrawl. The back page has a bulleted list of things I need to do or keep in mind.

I’d meant to wait a bit, maybe a month, to let my field lay fallow for a bit before I got back into this big project of mine, but… I don’t want to. I want to keep going, I want to get it done. I’m in a time of pretty damn major transition in my life right now, and I think this is just about the most reassuring thing I can imagine experiencing right now.