Tick tock

11:59 pm. The time the play was due.
12:57 am. It's done.  "Type time in California" into Google on my phone. 11:57 pm.
12:58 am. Typing in the title.  But it's an hour earlier in Cali. Got a minute.
12:59. Hit send.
1:02 am (Not California time). Look over work and see that that line I added in last minute pushed lines down onto the next two pages.  I type in page numbers so those ended up moving down too.  😭😂😭😂😭
8:42 am(California time.) Write theatre organization. " I'm ridiculous."
12:04 pm. Grace given.

Hit send.  Again.😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Loved seeing my play on stage. It's about missing people in general--women and girls, in particular.

Two people said it made them cry. Great! Because it was meant to move and educate.  Sent it off for consideration in another festival.

Tomorrow is a deadline for another festival, but plays can be five minutes at the least.  Got something rolling around in my head.  Gwen the procrastinator might never learn, but with just minutes left I got a ten-minute play about OCS/hoarding completed and sent to a theatre for Black writers in Houston. So maybe.  Last minute means little if I get it done, right?

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