The curse of people who write for a living is that you never quite get the feeling that you're finally no longer in school.
Tonight, for example, fueled by popcorn and hot chocolate, I'll be pulling as much of an all-nighter as I can manage. I have a big meeting with the right coast tomorrow for which I need to have all my ducks in a row story-wise. (Yes - I'm writing a script about duck hunting.) I'm the one who suggested tomorrow because I tend to thrive under pressure. Let us hope. My ideas are there - floating all over the place. I just need to rope them in and organize them.
BTW - On my way home from borrowing some popcorn (I ran out and who wants to go to the supermarket this time of night with millions of frenzied post-work Christmas-crazed shoppers) - anyway, on my way home, I decided that I needed something sweet. I dropped in to a local bakery/restaurant. They had a slew of interestingly flavored bagels. Usually I abhor sweet bagels, but this time I was willing to give them a taste. This is a place that usually has samples sitting on the counter. I asked if there were any samples available of the cinammon crunch bagels. The young clerk said, "Samples? No. I'll just give you a bagel. If you like it, you'll buy one next time. If you don't like it, I'll give you another flavor."
And he did. And I did like it. And next time I WILL buy one. Now THAT'S good customer PR!