May 11, 1997

50 Pages, 2 Days

That sound you hear is my fingers flying off the ends of my hands.

Do I get tons of extra points for calling the Cancer-Man-Is-Mulder's-Father story? (I know, they've probably been debating this on the X-Files newsgroups forever, but I don't read those...I can barely tolerate alt.showbiz.gossip right now, which is filled with people tragically lamenting the end of David Duchovny's bachelor status.

I am pretty much done with my script. I have been a writing fool all day today and all day yesterday.

I've done so much typing that I don't even want to continue with this entry. Please, don't take it personally: I've done at least 35 pages today.