Good morning! I am home alone for the second time this week...and it is a rather fascinating thing. Usually I am in the pleasurable company of my wife, whose company I greatly enjoy. She gets nearly 40 hours a week of she-time as I go of to serve food and drink to the masses. I hardly ever get to just schlub around the house. Of course, there are many many household chores that I must attend to....later.

For now I am becoming one with my computer. Some sweet and wonderful people are taking valuable minutes of their time to read some of writing...whoo hoo. I have been working on this story line for so long now and yet I can't believe it took me this long to realize the format that it would work best in. I was sure it was meant to be a play until I started to write it. It became clear pretty quickly that it wouldn't work. I took a few books out of the library (yay, free info!) and, lo and behold, a screenplay format caught my attention.

As I re-read my old work, a writer's most devastating chore I assure you, I can see all the places the dialogue should be and for the first time I am excited to get cracking. Whether these new friends are interested in my work or not, I do hope they will share their wisdom with me. Either way I am excited.

What story you may ask? Well, you shall have to wait and see the details of it but so far it is running around my head as My Big Fat Lesbian Wedding meets Tales of the City...New York City with an attitude.

oh, and in case you were wondering, my heathen parents did invite us to the beach for the weekend. Sounds nice but I know the reality of it. The bedroom with the spiders in the ceiling lights, the mildew on teh shower tile, the yapping insane mini dachsunds waking me at ungodly hours and best but certainly not least, my hovering parents invading my space and making me hang out with all their friends.

The last time we did summer weekends with them my wifey ended up cooking nearly every meal. It started as a way to save the food and keep it palatable for us...have you ever looked inside the fridge of a pair of aging parents? Scary isn't the word. Also, my mom likes everything well done read: charcoal. When I was a kid she used to ask for her Quarter Pounder to be cooked well and we used to have to wait what seemed like an eternity for the damn burger. I mean, c'mon, Mickey D's isn't even real meat! Some might say she was wise because special orders are the freshest...but 15 minutes for a Happy Meal is not my idea of "fast" food.

I can live without the beach for a while. Soon, a couple of weeks, and we may cave in...but until then, the NYC adventures continue.