Moments of Temporary Insanity or what I call "Mad Menstrual Moments"

I am so relieved I have girlfriends who can call me on my moments of "temporary insanity" when my hormones have gotten the best of me. This past long weekend was incredibly crazy. In an attempt to get ahead of schedule, with a family of six that should have been the first sign of my mental ineptness. On Sunday I managed to burn crab chowder, Monday night's dinner. How had this happened? I somehow, in a dyslexic stove moment, managed to turn the burner to high instead of low. I then went off to get ready for church, only to hear my husband yelling at me about twenty to thirty minutes later that something was seriously burning in the kitchen.

Suddenly two hours of labor and Monday's dinner were in the garbage disposal and I was looking at a pan wondering how on earth the ingredients managed to look as if they were now a part of the blackened metal soup pot. I was pretty sure this pot was on its way to retirement in the landfill somewhere off the Ortega Highway. I am just glad that my children were not witness to my lack of discretion with the profanity that just seemed slip out my mouth as my husband was trying to tell me "Let it go."

Luckily my Sunday trip to church brought me back to sanity as I listened to a retired Marine talk about his role in World War II. There was a man who risked his life for our country, much more important, than losing a pot in what my friend has now termed "The Crab Chowder Kitchen Mishap." I left church feeling mentally stable, but somehow after reading too many articles on the fate of television due to the writer's strike, my menstrual hormones reeled me back into another bout of "temporary insanity."

My hormones got the best of me. What was I going to do? I had waited so long and patiently for the premiere of season four of "Lost." Now, I was only going to get eight episodes in 2008. How could this be? I suddenly found myself blogging about "writing for free." Another clear indication that I was yet again "Temporarily Insane." I had completely "Lost" it, pun intended! Who writes for free????

Then in an even crazier move, I posted the blog and sent it to people. Oh, God! Someone help me now! And she did. My mentor and fellow writer sent me e-mails, pointing out my insanity. (Just a quick note: When I finally finish my "New York Times Bestseller" I am going to call on this friend to be my manager, so I do not make any "faux pas" during interviews etc. I may even ask her to stand in for me) Was I looking to be permanently banned from the WGA?

In the first of three e-mails my friend wrote, "You could only send this out in the OC! I just had lunch with a writer who is on strike. They take the whole scab thing very seriously..." Then before I could respond I received another e-mail from her. "I did not realize how sensitive it is. They are raw and rightly so. The studios are making a tremendous amount of money and not paying the writers anything. Not really worth the laugh on your part (or even controversy) if fellow writers come across it, they will not think it is funny. We have to stand by our bros and sistas of the word!"

I, at that point, snapped out of my temporary insanity. My friend and fellow writer was right! What had I done? All I wanted was my show and in my madness I offered to be a scab and write for free. I was going against the very group of people I wanted to be in with... well, sort of, I want to write novels, but that is besides the point, I needed to support my fellow writers, not work against them.

I responded to her and my error. "It is lost, deleted..." Then in another e-mail, I confessed my "Mad Menstrual Moments" and that apparently I "LOST" it!

Her response, "LOL!"

And that's what I have to do... Laugh out loud, like the crazy person I was!