Last night I watched the Academy Awards. Even though I don't believe I saw a single movie that was nominated, I enjoyed it. I love the speeches. I thought they were all pretty good. I think they were pretty simple and thanked only those they felt they should, not listed every person they have known since 3rd grade drama class!

Every year while watching the award show, I get the bug to work on my screenplay. (I make it sound like I have one, but I don't). I have ideas, a million of them. But as my blog page is titled, I have writers block. I get the idea of what to write, I plan out a little in my head, then I sit down at the computer, and nothing. I go blank. Its frustrating. My dream is to be among the great writers, to be a part of that group that without them, Hollywood is nothing. Actors are only as good as the words they are given to perform. I don't want to demean their talent, they have to portray the character, but again, a character someone else wrote.

And the academy award goes to . . . .

Spring Fever!!

I have the WORSE case of Spring Fever!! My palms are clammy, my stomach aches, I have a tempature of 103! The one and ONLY cure, SPRING!!

Oh how I wish the flowers would bloom, the trees would blossom and the grass would turn back to the beautiful green color I know it wants to be. I long for warm summer nights, fireworks, popsicles, flip-flops, capri pants, air-conditioning, warm sunshine, warm breezes, taking walks, and camp fires.

I need a doctor!! If spring doesn't arrive soon I am going to shrivel up in this gray cold miserable winter. Maybe we should have a Spring dance. Sort of like a rain dance, but this will bring a warm front right on in to stay.

When I was a kid I used to LOVE winter, it was my favorite season. There are things I do like about winter, but in my VERY OLD AGE, I have found spring/summer suits me better.

I hope none of you catch this awful illness of Spring Fever, or otherwise called Springinitus.