I should be working on an exam for tomorrow's communication disorders class. I should be cleaning my house, and doing laundry. I should be carefully monitoring my blood sugar and planning my meals accordingly.
What I am doing: Blogging, playing with my sutures, proofreading my two (2) short play script drafts, and watching celebrity poker on video tape.
I did do some tidying in the kitchen. And I have opened the exam file on the computer. It's sitting there as I type this, staring at me.
So I expected any minute now I'll be getting to work. But I'm having fun proofreading my plays.
I'm taking a playwriting class, where the 'goal' of the course was to come up with a useful draft of a 10-minute play. I wasn't sure about the 10-minute format, and didn't want to feel hidebound by it. But it's pretty clear by now that 10 minutes is about all I can generate without boring myself silly. Maybe that's why I never actually finish any projects--even a conference paper is usually 20 minutes long.
So I have two plays, "Bump in the Road" and "Trapped in a Box" I think they'd look good together on a marquis, although they have nothing to do with one another. On the other hand, "Trapped" has an elaborate set, in the sense of having furnishings, and "Bump" is done on an empty stage. Although I suppose that's up to the director.
I suppose my next play should make use of the same sets as "Trapped" to make it worth potentially producing. Hmm.
But first, I guess I should get to the 'distribution draft' stage of these. But first, I guess I should get some work done. Or at least some laundry.