Piggymoto: All Star Boar Band

Well, I’ve spent the better part of this morning line editing, and let me tell you – line editing sucks! I’ve got the prologue and chapters 1 – 3 completed. While I entertain no delusions that they are perfect, I’d like to think they are in fantastic shape. I am very proud.

I’d previously formatted the prologue into a script, but upon looking it over last night, there were still some edits that needed to be made. So, now I am deciding whether I should try to edit the script itself, or if it would be faster to just re-do it. I’ll probably edit.

The cast lists for these chapters look rather daunting. Chapter three alone has fourteen characters! The best bet would probably be to go through the entire manuscript and isolate each character’s lines so that I can sit down with the actors and record their parts in large chunks- rather than trying to get people together over and over thirty times to record this monster.

Ugh! That sounds like a real chore, but the more I think about it, the more it sounds like the best way to go. Twenty-some scripts. But, that also means the cast will have to be set in advance.

GAAH! What have I gotten myself into?

Well, I’ve been in and out of the new apartment for about a week now. Budgeting for food has been easier than I’d anticipated, and I’m not spending a whole hell of a lot on beer. I got one 6-pack last week - it was Shiner Blond. My once favorite beer. The Bock they make was a bit too harsh for my tastes when I first tasted the blond on a tour of the brewery. But, it has since become my favorite (the bock, that is).

Well, I got this 6-pack of Blond, remembering it as my favorite, and was disappointed to find it a weak pilsner. Now, perhaps my love of pilsners has just waned, but it really did taste like the kind of baby-bottle swill that Scott Sigler would enjoy. Oh well, no worries. I’ll pick up some Bock with my next paycheck.

This reminds me of parties I used to throw with the sole purpose of stocking my fridge. “Everybody bring a 6-pack of something, and I’ll make a bunch of food.” For the most part, everyone accepted this as their “contribution for admission”. they bring $7.00 worth of beer, I make $20.00 worth of food - we all come out ahead. Sure, there was the occasional clueless one or two who’d try to take their left overs home, or worse, fill the empty slots in their pack with other peoples’ leftovers. But, they were almost never invited a second time.

He’s back and I love he. I need he. I must save my golds for he!

Unless someone REALLY loves me.. It will be quite a while until I can get me a Squishable Piggy

There is also Squishable Aggilator, whom I also love and must live with some day.

Awesome generous friends already got me two of the Squishable Bunnies.

Oh, I must get some $$ and or piggies.