Every time I see Shawna sit down to do an index card for her thirty days to greatness plan, or looking up scripts online to get ideas, I think to myself “I am so fucking screwed.” She is going to write her first screenplay, and she is going to sell it before me. She is, because, while I am writing what bubbles up from my incredibly overactive soul, she is finding all of her inspiration in the Hollywood shit-pile of ideas. And she is going to kick my ass because of it. Damn her for being such a Tripe Ninja.