This weekend was meant for tweaking the draft of my Fringe show. The story in my mind did not translate to the page as a tight little flapper, ready to party. Instead she’s a phantom, a blob, a shadow echoing to herself. She really needs some shape and I had every intention of giving her a good booty kicking this weekend.
Instead, I got lost photoshopping 20 years off of myself for some publicity photos.
Time well spent, I should say.