Uh-oh

This may be it. This may be the dramatic moment I was looking for. At least for the sake of this blog. As for life, I can tell something is brewing. Something is definitely cooking at work (no pun intended, maybe), and even on the home front, and my story's climactic moment, somewhere between now and three weeks from now, is about to happen. I can feel it. I am sensing it.

Have I mentioned: I have a bit of a knack? For making up things in my dramatic writing, and then they come true? Uh-oh. I'm suddenly having a flash. I am not kidding. I'm having a deja vu, and it's rolling something like this:

• The above paragraph is almost an exact replica of a piece of the opening monologue from a now-dormant play I wrote last spring, (that I mentioned even, early on in this blog/story), Donkey Dilemma, wherein the heroine, a feisty woman named Tuesday, gets into trouble at her tabloid writing job because she keeps writing things that come true. She begins to manipulate her "gift"—of course, the play is a kind of a fantasy—and all sorts of trouble ensues. I could go on, but the point is: I've already written those words! Which is exactly what the play is about! But here I am in real life. Not a character in a play! OMG. Aaaah!

Project Runway Challenge

Not sure why the EDF thing got me down, but I'm still not feeling well from last night. So much so, when I saw Tim Gunn again today at the salad bar (he was waiting in a hot food line and I was buying a small lump of plain white rice), I did not approach him. Seems possible I might run into the man again if I want, so now I just have to wear better clothes to work. And/or maybe carry a homemade treat or two on me, and then offer him one:

"Hi. Tim Gunn? So good to see you." (I pull out a palmier from my pocket, but he refuses.) "Um, I'm friends with L.D.J., you know her...right. And I did run into you a week or so ago here, uh, I don't know if you remember...but anyway, I hope you don't mind, but could I ask you a question...do you think there's any way you could help me style my chef's uniform?"

Boo hoo

Have you ever gotten tired of your own voice?