-Last-minute panic.
For this, thank Calvin and Hobbes.
American-English translation: faucet = tap. For some reason, I think faucet is a particularly UGLY word. I'm going to start a campaign.
And this is me, today:
Last-minute panic is a bit of an exaggeration. I have precisely eighteen days to finish The Screenplay Whose Name Cannot Be Uttered (Working title)
To date, I'm at page 74¾ (You can tell when I'm desperate because I put in fractions of pages) This means that I have something like 25-30¼ pages to go.
Actually, I already feel a bit better. It doesn't seem quite so bad in the cold light of day. HOWEVER, I am going to make a BOLD UNDERTAKING.
A proclamation, no less.
I will have finished the screenplay by this time next week.
In several languages just to make sure.
(The touching wood, not the screenplay)
Not that I'm superstitious or anything.
Tap into your inner faucet of creativity Caroline!
ReplyDeleteNo faucets about my person, Marnie :)
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough, one of my sons worked in a pub called The Fawcett Inn, in Southsea.
They had their own brand of cider. Fawcett Inn Cider. Yes, really.
Perhaps that's where my aversion to the word came from?