Today is a day of change, of finally saying enough, and a day of self-discovery. To start off, 10 people got moved within our company today. I mean, physically moved to another office (my office-mate included). The only reason I didn't get moved? Because I have repeatedly voiced my extreme displeasure in the alternative of where I would be. My new office-mate, I like. I mean, I went to visit her once a day before, anyway, and she was in the CORE certificate with me, so it's not like I'm getting a raw deal. It just sucks that changes and moves and all that has to happen so often that one can never get a sense of permanency.
And so I come home to start work on my pilot script again, but learned a valuable lesson. It's not just slash I can't write when I'm full, it's writing period. Because my mind is not concentrating on the characters, it's concentrating on "mmm, pie." So, I only got to spec out what I want to write tomorrow. While doing that, though, I started having the circular thought of "I want this to be based off of the relationship I saw in SH." Then I got reminded of David's reunion script idea and I just broke. I have had enough, so guess what I'm doing? Crafting an email to send to David Soul. I don't care if he doesn't respond, if he thinks I'm one nut in a world of many, or if he tosses it out as trash. I do care that he knows that not all his fans are gung-ho behind this script idea. I'm trying not to be mean because I love the man to death, but sometimes his ideas are so out of left field that you have to be living in the other realm to follow it. I've sent emails to the tabloids and the newspapers when they got SH facts wrong, so why wouldn't I send a letter to someone who is getting the very basis of SH wrong? He played Hutch, but I think he's lost what that really means.
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busy.