So, it was all going wonderfully well. It was hard but I was managing. And then one little email set off a nuclear bomb.

Let me explain.

On New Years Eve I sent off a whole bunch of submissions to a whole heap of places for upcoming festivals and whatnot. Actually, more festivals than whatnot. Anyway, one of these was a festival at a University in Georgia and the initial application was to submit a synopsis of the play that you wanted to submit for consideration. Easy. Done. When I pressed send and sent my application to the other side of the world and then some, I had a very rough, very bad first draft of the play I wanted to submit. I somehow got it into my head that I would have about a month to get the next draft together before I got a yay or nay to whether they wanted me to submit it.

It was three days later that I got a lovely email saying sure, send us your play. Ah ... No worries.

So for the last two days I have been chained to my pen getting the next draft of this little masterpiece ready for public consumption. Everything else went out the window, all the daily tasks, all the weekly tasks, the list itself, as I went hell for leather to get this done.

And it's done. And I really like it.

Half of me is happy as the proverbial pig in mud that I just worked and worked until it was done. The rest of me is like, I screwed it all in less than a week.

BUT, here's what I have done since I sent off the masterpiece this morning:

1. I have caught up with the play readings.

2. I have laughed and laughed.

3. I have caught up on my daily diary.

4. I am working right now on catching up with the blogging.

And before the night is done, hopefully I will have caught up with the marketing tasks, and all the other things that I need to get done before Week 2 is upon me.

I am still way in this. THIS is going to happen.