I’ve got a three day weekend and I don’t wanna know nothin’.
I don’t care that Kevin Bacon’s new flick Death Sentence sucks ass. I don’t care about David Beckham’s knee. I don’t care whether or not Tony Snow may have cancer. There’s no pro football this weekend, I haven’t watched the races lately, and I’m not much interested in watching the backlog of shows on the DVR (with the possible exception of last night’s Human Weapon showcasing Krav Maga).
I only have a few goals:
- Go to karate class (done!)
- Grill dinner for the family (soon)
- Practice karate for Tuesday’s stripe review
- Help the Midget practice karate for Tuesday’s stripe review
- Did I mention write?
More specifically, I want to finish To Rise from the Ashes. My proofreaders, Tod and Troy, have been amazingly patient with this (and slacking on harassing me to finish — heh), as have those of you who have been waiting for me to get it done. I offer no excuses.
Time permitting, or if I get blocked up, I plan to tinker with the scripts to Wounded Gods and maybe even compile my notes for another pitch.
This weekend is mine.