Great Night. Great.

On the drive home from work, I saw a pick-up truck on the curb, with a trailer attached, turned over. I stopped behind the accident, put on my blinkers, got out of the car and asked if there was anything I could do to help.

Someone had tried to pass them, far too closely. They were forced to steer into the curb, and the trailer (which was empty) took it too hard. And flipped. The jerk-asses that caused the accident drove off. Jerk-asses.

They had flagged down a tow truck, which was getting in place on the median to pull the trailer right-side up. I wasn’t able to do jack squat, but at least I stopped. Everyone else just bottle-necked, rubber-necked, and honked at the inconvenience. Like it was their fault. Merry Christmas. Sheesh.

Tonight, I had coffee with Heather. Haven’t seen her in months. We had a great time catching up, and she did something incredible. She helped me solve my ending. Just by talking.

I’ve been working on a screenplay for the last several weeks. Plot events at the end had not yet gelled for me (they needed to go in a certain order); and I’ve been trying not to over-think it. Just… waiting for it to hit me. And it hit me. Boy, did it hit me. And Heather was there to help it happen.

(Not to speak ill, overlook, or otherwise neglect the input and influence of other very important people who have helped keep this thing flowing over the weeks. Right place, right time.)

We talked it out, and thunder struck, and now it’s done. The last pieces are in place. And I can’t wait to get it all on freaking paper.

At coffee: Who should we run into but Tony, who we have not seen in years. Tony who I acted with in every show I did in High School. Marvelous to see him and catch up, got his info and we’ll be keeping in touch! Lookin’ forward to it. Woot.

Have a great night, folks. Ciao.