I have the Darabont draft.

I am so fucking excited right now. Holy geekgasm. I will not disburse it to anyone, because that would be illegal. And I will not link to where you can find it, because then I could get a C&D from the Man. But I highly encourage you web Indys to get your shit together and bullwhip yourself a PDF.

Meanwhile, things continue apace. I think I've actually encountered roughly 80% of the people I know in the world in the past three days alone, due to a few closely-spaced common gatherings... Rebecca and Mark and I actually standing in one place talking to each other, when the fuck does that ever happen any more. Boy: we are getting old. Almost like grown-ups, except for the hobbit on my desk. Otherwise, the words of the last few days have been, in this order, "hum" and "drum." I'm getting up to speed on new responsibilities and trying to keep the way clear in the after-work life, too, and tackling the next thing, and the thing after that. It's a process, not a goal, as I've been reminded repeatedly over the past few weeks; if I could sit in one place and really take it all in for a few minutes, that would help me feel a bit less like I'm scrambling to keep up with my own life. But that'll pass too.

i AM now IN SEARCH OF MY CREATIVE ENERGY having found the Darabont draft. HAVE YOU SEEN IT???