Broken Hearts, Dreams come true, all whilst living in a crap hole

So, Matt and I are doing Script Frenzy this month. The object is to complete a 100 page script or screenplay in the month of April. I completed NaNoWriMo (50, 000 word novel) in November and LOVED doing it, and I'm enjoying this too- although I'm way behind.

My idea isn't anything impressive- its a love story. I'm so inspired by old love songs and how music effects our emotions, I wanted to sort of write a screenplay around the different feeling in a relationship in connection with songs. As far as the story itself, it's loosely based on a heartbreak in my own life; sort of a "what if it HAD" worked idea. And I've worked on the characters enough that I think it COULD work- as opposed to the real life inspiration. I love the idea of people who are in love but separated somehow- I guess I'm a hopeless sap. There is something so beautiful about a broken heart. Its the best worst feeling in the world.

So, when I'm not painting, I'm writing scenes. Or listening to Linda Ronstadt, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Skeeter Davis, etc. Whatever sappiness moves the next scene.

Painting. Ok, so I finished my first commissioned painted on Friday, and it feels good. All though I am endlessly critical of my work. I can barely stand to even look at it. I hope to gain a healthy perspective on my own paintings. I cannot seem to totally except my own work, it never seems right. I wonder if it ever will be?

I start my second today- hopefully it will be less of a challenge! The last one, I had to paint a beautiful babies face- with all it's delicate coloring and sweetness. At this point in my skill level there is NO way to do justice to a childs face. I've got to practice me. This will all feel real when I actually get paid. That will be surreal. Does that mean I'm an artist? I've been waiting 30 years to hear that one.

Ok...so, some coffee, some Patsy Cline, a few scenes to crank out and a line drawing to complete.

Oh crap- I forgot I have three kids to tend to today! And laundry....and this nasty house to deal with. Dangit.

Check out this picture looking into the kids room. You'd think THIS was my top priority. But you see- this disgusting mess wont go anywhere- it will be here tommorow. Along with my inability to deal with it. The crap hole of my living space is something I can count on. I should work on it, but I'm overwhelmed and I've got too much else going on to deal with it right now.