What it Feels Like

There is apparently a Sponge Bob Movie marathon on television this weekend. I just recently became aware that I was listening to the "Goofy Goober" song for the fifteenth time in the last 24 hours.

You know the part where Spongebob is under the heat lamp, being dried out for a shell shack souvenir, and he manages to croak out one last hopeful chorus?

"I'm...a...goof-y...goob-er...yeah..."

That's exactly how it feels to be a writer, about four weeks out from a pitch.

I think I'll just go lay down under my mailbox, and gasp pitifully for a while.