Drama, Drama, Drama! I love it! I don’t know how I am going to make it through this project alive; I should probably carry a stent around with all of my cables and electronics just in case.
Arrived at Jane this morning and Wilfrid hadn’t, so I decided to wait in the Starbucks across the street (I’ll be doing so much of this in January, it demands an acronym). I get a text saying that he had a rough night and wouldn’t be able to make it. Panic at the disco! Not to worry, right? Sixty writers on the project, proposition of free food, a heavily trafficked twitter account, and all of their e-mails and phone numbers. Twitter APB – mass e-mail – sent and sent. Now I wait. read more . . .





