to add to my wild and wacky screenplay idea about the sex toy party and the guy trying to get out of being awol - the maid is psychic by virtue of coming from the same village in Mexico as the blond poofy guy on the telenovelas, and gives all the rich ladies readings about how to keep their husbands from turning them in for new models.

Time for a writerly link - Carl Sandburg on Those Who Make Poems from the Atlantic Monthly Online.

I seem to have a prediliction for stepping into stories by means of a particular character... hmm. how's this for a great role - a woman who wants to be an actress goes for a shady audition that turns into a snuff film, or at least she thinks it does, and then they free her. or how would a day in the life of the Little Bomber Girl go twenty years from now when she's all grown up and her kids are learning about how to make pipe-bombs in kindergarten to keep the resistance supplied?