Week 1? Success or fail? Another entry by Jess

All right, so it's pouring out. I've been watching episode after episode of "Lie to Me" via Instant Watch, the candicopia of Netflix, and it's been a week since last we Soupers met.

An eventful week, I'll have you know, but not one chock-full of writing, and we're two weeks away from the deadline for the first draft.

Hm. I've written half of a ten minute play which is completely off-topic. Mal and I went off and ran the Tufts 10K on Monday in the steaming heat. I had a very nice lunch with fellow playwright Ginger, to talk about her queer take on Cyrano, and somebody keeps making noise that one day I might move to Copenhagen. Oh, that would be me.

But I shouldn't be writing about that. I should be writing about "Yellow." Instead, I'm entertaining my ten minute entry for the Boston Theater Marathon... due, oh, four weeks from about now.

When I stopped by Mal's place before the 10K, I was impressed to learn that she keeps a word count to keep her on task for each time she sits down to write. I wonder if I could impose such a rule on myself. 500 words? 1000? 612?

13.5?

The challenge continues, and I should be off, reminding my fellow Soupers that they too committed to a post-a-week on our lil' blog here. 250 words? :-)

As I spent my morning hour, running a bit up the bike path, I found that while I run now, my mind tends to wander. This morning, it wandered so far off the path that when I came back to myself, I had to get my bearings. I was on the same bike path that I always run, but where on it? I suddenly envied those barefoot runners. When talking to one of them, I asked him what risks he felt he took with stepping on something sharp like broken glass. He told me that when he runs barefoot he is exceptionally vigilant about his foot placement. "You watch where your feet go all the time," he said and added, "it's the squishy gross stuff you don't always see."

It occurred to me that if I were to start running barefoot that I might not "vacate the premises" so to speak. On the bright side, I realized that in less than a year I have come so far in my running that I now no longer spend the entire run thinking, "oh god, when is this going to end?"

Tomorrow, we're off to run the Harvest Run 5K in Wompatuck State Park. Good times! We'll dine with Mal's wonderful folks afterwards. Where - no doubt - they will forgive our sweatiness. They are just that way.

And I will run a 5K and probably wonder, "oh yeah, about 'yellow' - when am I going to write that?"

Some time before 10/28.

Someone's bound to have her way. And it's usually the character I put in the corner.