Here I am. At the Starbucks outside of the Oregon Convention Center, sipping my S'mores frapachino and enjoying the fact that I woke up on my terms, not my 5 year old's. That I got dressed and pretty for me and that I'm headed to something that is going to allow me to geek out with people doing the same thing, with no shame. My mother called it a mid-life crisis coming to this fan fest, but that just proves how much she is NOT a geek or nerd. My father isn't either. So how I became one...who knows.
I'm a book worm and writer. My dad is neither. My mother reads but doesn't have any desire to writer them. I do contribute my drive of writing and the creativity behind every story I come up with on his genius marks. If you could see me now, you'd catch the nice big roll of the eyes I just did while typing that.
Since I had some time to kill here is my third home, Starbucks, after the library of course, I used it to write a few pages for a feature script I'm working on. It's a total fantasy romance and may never make it to the big screen but I can totally see it on SyFy or some other fantasy channel or a low budge film, if that. I do know I still have to write it. Get it out. Learn. Practice. Tell the story, damn it! I hate not telling the story. And it festers like a bleeping blister until it pops and it's gone. Along with all the good ideas, plot twists and drama. Poof.
And now that I have gotten some story telling out of my system, and I'm close to another big scene, I will take my leave and go geek out with my tribe. :)