So I did it. Wish me luck.
I submitted a spec script to the Nickelodeon Writer's Fellowship Program. Which is a writing program where you work for a year at Nickelodeon writing for their animated series. It gives you the chance to learn all the how to's of writing for cartoons. My chances are slim to none that anything will come of it...but that's fine with me.
I'm just really happy that I did it. I saw the website a while ago and thought about it for months (thought about it means "I should do that") but never did anything to really begin a submission.
Then last week I saw that the deadline was approaching fast and in that time I wrote an entire spec script/admission packet and sent it off.
I work best when it comes to last min deadlines, so maybe my sub-conscious was looking out for me.
I had a fun time writing the script and feel proud that I did something that originally was a hypothetical "I'd like to do that".
It's a beautiful feeling to stretch yourself in ways you aren't used to. I recommend it to everyone.

So today is my birthday and to celebrate I've told a bunch of people to come on down to one of the tackiest and trashiest establishments in these United States of America.
HOOTERS.
The possible reasons?
I'd like to look at boobs = NO
The wings are amazing = Maybe
I love the color orange = NO
They have a table shaped like upside down Florida = YES.
I have about 40 people coming to eat wings and sit around a table shaped like Florida, and yes it's upside down. The guy/girl in charge of building the tables obviously didn't realize that this was the special FLA table and put together all wrong. Which is some weird way is appropriate.
Also, sad as it sounds...Hooters is home to me. My parents have taken my brother and I there since we were little kids. He had his b-day party there when he was like 6. We never saw the problem with the place...it was a fun place to get chicken wings.
Now that I'm older and have moved away from the state of Florida as well as the state of mind of Florida I realize that there may indeed be something not right with having your son's 6 year old birthday at Hooters...but that's for another post.
This post is about me.
I'm turning 28 today and I'm having my birthday party at Hooters, with 40 friends...can it get any better?

I love Caton Clark.