National Goose Day

Anyone that knows me and knows what today is will probably be surprised that I survived today and still alive. Yes, that's right, today was national goose day. I know, I know, you are probably cowering in fear right now thinking, "OH MY GOD! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THAT!!!" I sympathsize. I spent the entire day in a basement with my duct tape and bottled water. I wore an aluminum foil hat. I don't think they have mind reading capabilities, but you never know what they might have developed. I also crouched under a desk like the used to teach kids to do in case they launched their nuclear weapons at me. I was sure I wouldn't live to bedtime. But here it is, almost midnight. I guess my time is growing short, so I'll write one last journal entry. Goodbye cruel world! Though I die, La Resistance lives on!

So in all seriousness, I am knee deep into editing Actor's Nightmare Book One. Anyone who would like to help edit it, let me know. I can get you a nice finished version by Christmas if you want. Probably bound and with a cover and all. Let me know. As to a public publishing, we'll just have to wait and see. At the same time, I have written the first couple chapters of Actor's Nightmare Book Two. Why you may ask? Because I had to find out what happened to the characters I had spent six months writing about and over a year developing! You may be thinking "You're an idiot! You write the book. You can make whatever you want happen to the characters!" Ok, I guess there is some truth in that. In all honesty, though, when I write, things pretty much write themselves. I look at the page and go "Did that really just happen! Wow!" If something I think is really cool comes tumblings out of my fingers, I am just as surprised as anyone and will jump around the room shouting incoherent noises. It's kind of like the chimps and typewriters. Eventually they'll write Shakespeare. They won't consciously think it, it will just come out. This isn't Shakespeare, but it certainly isn't really coming from me. Ah, well. I guess I won't get to finish the book anyway. Here they come. "I"ll take he 30,000 on the left."