Summer Solstice 2011.
Just like that, a year goes by.
2010: It goes without saying I abandoned ship. Failed to deliver. Failed to launch. Not a single date. Not one. None. Zero. I did manage the Match.com profile, finally, I think it was early July. My heart wasn't in it. Maybe I was dehydrated? Iron-deficient? Over-worked? Clinically depressed? Existentially adrift in the ever-accelerating gadget-driven techno-social-info-verse that is my professional and, increasingly, personal life? Just plain lazy?
But talk about it I did--the challenge; the concept; the fact that I had considered doing it but hadn't; that it was absurd and funny and had great potential for both manuscript and screenplay, for entertaining friends, family and readers alike all summer long; that I'd regret NOT doing it. That under no circumstance should my sister choose Winona Ryder to play her in the feature film. I must do it, after all--next summer.
Which is this summer.
