Outlining a screenplay which is coming slowly. in the meantime, worked on this a bit. first paragraph of the day:
I don’t know if you know what fear is. Maybe when you were a kid in pigtails and pajamas with feet, you stayed up late to watch one of the Friday the 13ths at Lindsay Miller’s house and when the film was over, they turned off the lights and you stayed up not sleeping, at the bottom of your sleeping bag, shaking, terrified, and every sound of the cat or a shift in the sleeping bag beside you made you squeeze your face in your hands and even when you finally dozed off you still woke up screaming and for six months went to bed with the hall light on.