"I'm really a nice guy. If I had friends you could ask them."

Monday.  In my day-dreamy way I wonder if writers feel the same way about Mondays the rest of us do.  Wait - I am a writer.  I mean full-time writers.  No, that's not right, I write everyday.  Professional writers?  Stay-at-home-writers?  Ah, people who GET PAID to write.  No.  Almost though.

Got it.  People who get paid enough that they don't have to work at a different job too.  I wonder how those people feel about Mondays?

This Monday is actually a good one.  The sun is shining and the weather is cool but not cold and I don't have to work at my non-writing job, which is good, because I'm wrestling with loglines.  Not long lines mind you - there was hardly anyone about when I took my daughter down to the barn to feed her horse (not my horse, not our horse, HER horse...) and a good log-line is most assuredly not long.

A logline is the pithy sentence that "fully describes the film's concept, dramatic structure, and genre while simultaneously convincing you that it is THE one you want to see right NOW." I've been working on them for nearly a week.  A few hours a day actually.  Not sitting at the computer all of that time, but working on them in my head, spinning them about.  What a challenge to get them right!

Why?  I'm so glad you've read far enough to ask.  I'm entering another contest.  Jumping back in/on/over/through as it were.

Our community pool opens every Memorial Day weekend and my youngest children have been looking forward to it for weeks.  When the wind was blowing and the the snow was falling this year, they sill wanted to go.  At 5 pm Saturday evening, when the temperature finally ascended beyond 70 degrees, we relented and took them.  The usually over crowded - think Disney's Space Mountain crowded - grounds were a ghost town with only a few hearty souls braving the frigid water.  My boys didn't waste time.  "I'm heading to the deep end, okay?"

They had a blast.  It took hours for them to convince Mom and Dad to take them.  Most people were too afraid (of hypothermia!) and missed out, but they were dedicated to their goal and didn't give up no matter how often we said no.  I'm going to enter this contest.  And the one after it.  I know most people don't take professional writing seriously and believe that anyone can do it - like swimming.  But I also know that, when the writing get's uncomfortable, there are only a handful of people who are dedicated enough to brave the freezing temperatures.

If you're looking for me, I'll be in the pool.