Darkbuster non-stop. My mind has been elsewhere.
But! I submitted my screenplay to the Creative World Awards, which I may have mentioned already, and my novel revision is circulating among a handful of carefully-chosen readers. With any luck, I'm not far from hurling it at publishers. In the meantime, I've started a new project that I might have time to actually work on between Artscape next weekend and my big reading on the 28th.
I'm also, sadly, beginning to understand why so much of Hunter S. Thompson's correspondence was about chasing money and settling debts. Sheesh. It's rough out there.