"Done is art, Courtney. DONE is art."

That was the mantra my father repeated throughout my school years. The perpetual procrastinator, I left every project until the last possible nanosecond even when I should have known better. Dad would get home from a late rehearsal and see my work sprawled across the kitchen table and me, frantic and delirious, trying my best to produce a masterpiece. After sleeping fitfully for a few hours, he would return to the kitchen for an early morning snack of Triscuits or spicy V8 and I'd still be there, hunched over my work. He'd survey my mess, add a few encouraging words but always end with, "And you know Courtney, done is art."

For reasons I am sure I will regret come the middle of April, I have decided to attempt ScriptFrenzy.

I am going to write something, a substantial something. To win, I must complete a 100 page script. The organizers of Script Frenzy (a sister of NaNoWriMo) know that what my father told me innumerable times is true. I'm not going to write a masterpiece. Most likely, my characters will be trite, their desires contrived, and their destinies predictable. But equally likely, I will find that within the muck is art. Because done, what I have done, is art.