Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Scribe (?)

Up late today as I had to pick up my lady from the airport last evening at 11:30. That's about two hours past my bedtime these days, and as a result I slept in until the ripe old hour of 8. The schedule, folks, you want to get anything done in this world it's all about the schedule.

Speaking of which, I started work on a novel yesterday. Why, you ask? Because I wasn't going broke enough trying to sell screenplays and TV ideas. I wanted to break through to a whole other level of poverty. From now on I can claim that not only am I a broke hack screenwriter, but a broke aspiring novelist. Big diff.

So far it's great. I'm three or four pages in and I plan on doing a half hour a day in between the other projects I am trying to get done in my free time. That way I figure in a years time I'll be done with a first draft. And so far it's great. It's the Great American Novel, actually. It's set in America, number one, but number two, so far it's great.

Here's the thing though, if I did a short story, I'd be done a lot sooner. Maybe that's the way to go. And, also, technically writing this cut ten minutes into my writing. All about the schedule.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Everyone Will Be Famous for Fifteen People

In an attempt to not abandon this completely I'll try to get a little something out every few days rather than building and building and building up to some tedious essay-type fucking snore fest, as is what I usually end up doing here.

So let's just make a quick round up of events.

Been freelancing the last few weeks, both for GSN and for a trailer company called Impact. That means that I'm back on the bed-at-10, up-at-5 routine. I did that for about three years a long time ago...and didn't miss it. It's necessity you understand. Working has been good because the Heist money ran out in June and I mean ran. out. So getting a month or so of work is just what the accountant ordered. I've also been pitching a little bit, hocking a TV drama. So far no bites, but it's still early. I am strategizing with my agent and manager, trying to figure out how to get me a job that doesn't involve writing promos for, say, Star Face, the truly execrable game show with Danny Bonaduce.

This past weekend I saw off my old friend Paul who is heading for greener pastures in New York City. That one's a kick in the pants right there, seeing as how it was at Paul's behest that I moved to this strange, cold city only to bitch about it ever thus. And now he's off to NYC to live with his chick and keep his job at the ten-percentery and be closer to his family. And here I am staring down the barrel of a staff job which starts October 16th. Yep, I'm taking a staffer in six weeks.

Man, leave me alone. I have no money.