My dreams are getting so strange—I'd like to tell you everything I see...

April ends so abruptly.

Time is money on so many levels, which is more palpable when you're in Wait-Mode.

On one hand, I'm temporarily relieved of the pressure of revising the latest draft. The latest draft is submitted. For all I know, it's everything it needs to be. I've got the headspace to return to all the other creative projects I've set aside. I can dream about all the possibilities of the next few weeks and months...

On the other hand, another month begins. Rent and other financial obligations. This temporary gig that has allowed me to keep the lights on will, by definition, not last. If I don't line up a win before it's over...

Well, it had to be this way, didn't it?

We will see what happens this week.