So I’ve been off work for two weeks exactly, and on holiday for a week and a day. And I feel pretty relaxed, I have to say. Today there will be high tea, and then a ukulele jam, so we’re managing to have a range of experiences. And every night I read a few pages of Story by Robert Mckee in preparation for writing a treatment for Homing. I figured out an awful lot on the drive from Halifax to Mississauga, so now I know where to start. And that’s really all I need. A starting place and a good strong push forward.
My other main job this month is to build a deck for my mom. So that’ll give me the time and physical labour needed to figure out the rest of the treatment.
Working holiday indeed.