The answer is "nothing."

The question was "What is she smoking?"

Did it throw you in my last post when I got all metaphorical and shit? Sorry 'bout that. I just felt like touching base but everything had (has) kinda been in limbo, so there wasn't a whole lot to share, really. Things have been inching in a forward-like, slo-mo-momentumish direction, so I can't bitch... too much.

I've got a conference call later today with Hot & Smart Chick Manager and Incredibly Cool & Smart Producer Who’s Nevertheless a Fan of My Work to talk about my next draft of THE MIDDLE AGES. They both dig my new treatment and I'm excited to get back into it. (If you've been reading here a while, you may have noticed that this script is taking forfuckingever to finish. It kills me that it's been this long, but to be fair, in the time it took me to write a few unique drafts of TMA, I had a movie made, engaged in a legal battle and kept the wife-and-mom plates spinning on their respective sticks. I might slow down, but I'll never stop.)

During this limbo period, I've been working out like a fiend -- Pilates and kickboxing classes. Love them both. Unfortunately, these particular classes are scheduled consecutively, Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hate to miss a class, so I've been doing an hour Pilates class, catching my breath for 15 minutes, then jumping into an hour kickboxing class. It's fun to imagine the people I'm punching and kicking as I pant and wheeze.

Aside from all that, we're fixing up the house, trying to get it in sell-shape with hopes of moving up near my sister and her family outside Atlanta. Manual labor is hard. Especially after Pilates and kickboxing.

And, it's time I say it here: I love David Cook. Have a thing for Jason Castro, too, and would happily sit at his feet and listen to him and his acoustic for hours. But I've loved Cook since his audition. Love his intensity and his choices and his haunting voice. I've watched Idol off and on most seasons, but was never this passionate about any of the contestants 'til Cook. There's a kind of magic there.

I don't know what it is, exactly, but I think it's the difference between Good and Great. Lots of people have talent and proficiency. Lots of people work hard and study their craft. Few of those are great. Maybe it has something to do with energy, vibrations, frequency... like, some people think and work and transmit on a higher level...

No, really. I swear, I'm not smoking anything.