When you're busy, I mean REALLY busy like I've been recently, you don't really "do" weekends or Bank Holidays. It's pretty much a 24 hour gig. Wake up, write, eat, write, look at clock, it's 1am. Crash, rinse, repeat. Weekends? Weekends schmeekends. They're a golden opportunity to get 2 days of solid writing done. But it's probably a good idea to take a break now and again, or you'll just fall apart, like I did when the Space Virus hit me the other week. I always seem to get it when I'm this busy, or when I'm handing in a really important draft of something. I'm rambling now, let's skip to a new, clean paragraph.
There we go, much better. Anyway. I've handed in the latest draft of Secret TV Episode. There won't be any notes on that till next week. Also handed in outline for New Precious Thing. Will have a meeting about that on Tuesday. Handed in the outline for the new thriller movie pitch, which I'll call Thriller Movie Pitch for clarity's sake - there are interested parties, and I'm working with them on it. They'll get back to me in week or two, when they're back in the office. I've got a week to finish the horror-comedy movie rewrite, but it's nearly done so it won't take that long. I should start the TV Pilot script that I'm being paid to do, but the contracts haven't been signed yet, so I have a bit of time. I need to meet another production company next week about a new TV series they've chosen me to help develop. Got another meeting coming up about another TV series I might be joining up with. This is apart from the two meetings next week to do with my existing TV episode gigs. And I've been headhunted to do an episode for a new Beeb series, handpicked by the team specifically, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and quite handsome and dashing, bizarrely. But that will need an outline. Soon. I also need to meet the producer and re-draft the outline for another movie we've been working on. (All of this stuff is paid work, by the way, but only one of the payments has come through so far, everything else is either being negotiated, or I need to deliver stuff). And on top of everything else, I need to redraft my comedy spec from last year that nobody's read yet. And write a brand new, exciting spec before September - I've just come up with the basic pitch, and want to have it all shiny and cool by then, because I have a Special Plan that I want to put into action in that month. That's 8 full, proper projects on the go at once, if you don't count the specs.
But you know what? It's Friday night right now. Everything can wait until Monday. I haven't had a weekend off since... I don't remember. Honestly. My whole right arm hurts, my right shoulder and the area of my back under my right shoulder is all achey, and the muscles are all tense and twitchy. I had a lymph cluster lump thing on my neck, from the bad posture and stress, but it's nearly gone now. I called it my Stress Lump, and I'm sure it'll come back, if it doesn't it means I'm not working hard enough. Work it, Stress Lump.
So this weekend, I'm going to stay away from the keyboard, watch some telly, some movies, veg out, and not think for two whole days. I might even go to the cinema. Crazy! I know!
Was going to make bacon sandwiches tonight, as they're the easiest thing to make in the house right now. But I can't even be bothered to do that. I'm drained. So I've ordered a fucking pizza. Yeah. I might not even bother to use my hands, I might just smash my face into it, and eat my way out. See you all on Monday, if I survive my pizza face swim...