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If you're looking inside your purse/wallet/pocket and you're thinking to yourself I have all this small change and what I am going to do with it.

THINK NO MORE!

You can go and buy my plays! I know. Can you believe you're this excited and not having a heart attack?

Where, I hear you say?

here and

here and

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Go on. You know you want to.

Update

Things progressing at a nice pace here on my week off and the pink highlighter is starting to dominate the to-do list.

The new draft of New Light Shine is actually starting to fly, like REALLY FLY, and this makes Shannon happy in a way that Shannon is not usually happy.

What makes Shannon not happy is the fact that Patrick Swayze is no longer with us. My teenage self is weeping uncontrollably and yelling at her parents that they don't understand. I don't know how many times I saw Dirty Dancing and Ghost but good lord it was a lot of times. In fact, I may watch them again today.

Awkward

According to my stat counter, the majority of people that visit my blog came here by way of two google searches:

1. Asbestos jokes
   
2. Boys in lycra.
   

This does not give me hope for humanity.

Also

I'm thinking of writing a voice play. I'm thinking of doing this in New York.

Just thought I would share.

Just when you thought …

Ah, just when you think you've got me in your grasp, I slip out of the noose and call FREEDOM! Don't think you own me. You don't. But I do kinda like you all and think you're kinda fab and cool in a way I could never hope for. Don't have the hair for it.

But in the ongoing saga that has become bleeding the suck from my life, things have taken a somewhat turn for the better. Let me explain.

1. I have a new play on. It's called Sophie in the Water. It's on in New Jersey. Everyone involved in it so far seem to be those people that I aspire to be like – dedicated, talented, enthusiastic. SUPER UN-SUCKFUL!
   

   
    

2. I made 17 submissions of my work yesterday to various places in the US of A. This involved a week of writing, tweaking, and retyping a whole heap of short plays. Suckful? Me. Never.
   

   
    

3. I have a week off from day job this week. That alone is reason to look confused whenever anyone says the word suck. I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about. Are you having some sort of fit? Should I call someone?
   

   
    

4. I have lists upon lists of things I want to get done this week in my week off. I have been madly slicing through it and using a pink highlighter to emphasise my lack of suck.
   

   
    

5. I'm nearly ready to write the next draft of New Light Shine. I know, I know. Just finish the fucker. But I've been making notes, so many notes, and this play is truly going to rock. I know it, I just bloody know it.
   

   
    

6. Pink highlighters rock. I have two new ones that I mercilessly stole from day job. WONDROUSLY UNSUCKFUL!
   

   
    

So there you have it. Suck-O-Meter not exactly at 0 but suck is definitely looking like it doesn't really belong here.