My Cardboard Balcony

There are a lot of things on my mind that, unfortunately, I really can't post here. That does happen a lot, and it explains several of my more minimal introspections. Because this is a public blog, however, I'd rather keep certain ideas and information to myself so as not to cause any potential issues with anyone. Don't worry, I'm not thinking of anything controversial. I'm just trying to stay professional. "Full of Grace" is coming along slowly, but surely. I am not sure, by this point, how long the series will be (as in quantity of episodes). I'm on Episode 3, and already I've gone through a lot of the outlining and scripting I had in mind. It's nowhere near finished, but this might wind up in the 7-10 episode range, which is fine by me. "Happy Distribution" was significantly longer - ergo, harder to hypothetically throw together and film. Work's also been kicking my behind recently because of the holiday season, and with Ch

Too Sweet by Belinda Roddie Sheila offered George a cookie. He offered her a kiss.

"What do you mean, we have to take Ralph to the vet again?" demanded Erica. "He just went!" "He's just not eating," her mother replied, sounding weary over the phone. "Doctor Sanchez said after the surgery, he should be eating by now. I hate to say this, honey, but Ralph could be really sick." Erica felt her throat go dry. Ralph had been the family cat for eleven years. Even though she was away at college, she couldn't lose him now.