30 April 2007

no time for love, doctor jones...

Damn.

When did now get here so soon?

My printer is smoking through a last second printout of this year's under-the-wire-as-usual Nicholl Fellowship entry. I have no special hope this year, but it suddenly occured to me that it's a cheap 30 dollar lottery ticket compared to the possible payoff, so why not?

MEANWHILE and anywhoo... I am scrambling to play phone tag with a long-lost college buddy who now works in Hollyweird aho might be extremely valuable and useful to a undiscussed new project suddenly boiling rapidly on the front burner. In one of those weird turns, I find myself the middle link in a chain of connections between talented represented writers on one side and hungry desperate producers on the other. It's all... strange. It has the feeling of one of those oddly perfect situations where you through all the puzzle pieces into the air and then they fall onto the tabletop magically assembled and in perfect order.

But we shall see...

AND the other New Thing is simmering along nicely and will likely be ready to throw at Austin Contests (the regular AFF, as well as the Burnt Orange or whatever they call it now, as well as the Sci Fi contest there), and I am laughing aloud as I look at notes and draft ideas, so that's cool.

AND the oddball cowboy thing still lingers in my mind like the stink from burnt popcorn, so that will surely get attention this summer.

AND there are the usual Other Cool Things yammering in the background, trying to distract me...

All in all, I'm suddenly nipple-deep in Cool Shit, and wondering which of these things will break first and become and actual living breathing project of relevance. I'd babble more, but I gotta go call a guy about a thing...
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5 comments:

annabel said...

Good stuff!

Chuck said...

When is the Austin deadline?

The Moviequill said...

Murphys Law states that they'll all start happening at the same time, the drought will be a flood, but I think you can handle it

David said...

As with Mitch Hedberg, when a reader said he liked my screenplay but I should re-write it, I said "Screw that, I'll just Xerox it."

Don't ignore old school buddies. No matter how useless they were they might still serve a valuable service today. Such as being a live decoy to a charging bear. Just be sure you're faster. An old school buddy is a reason why my company is signing a $70,000 contract today.

I also want to say that Oddball Cowboy Thing would make a great name for a country band.

I probably wouldn't even be good as a decoy.

ScreenwriterJ said...

I'm the tenth person who didn't like Shrek. I agree totally.