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Lord, It's Late
Jun. 23rd, 2005 12:16 amTruly, I had no idea. Oh well: Guess I still won't be able to make much inroads into the various topics I'd earmarked for eventual discussion. But here's a few brief updates:
Sent out two e-submissions today, and heard back almost immediately on one of them-- "Heart-Dust", my first Kaodraze piece, which I sent to Horror Carousel. It's a Clark Ashton Smith-y sort of story set in a pseudo-Aztec city whose ruler (always the same personality, constantly re-born into another body) considers it a "Chaos Engine" which must be greased with blood liberally and often in order to keep entropy from taking over; part of a shared world project (that kept it out of Marion Zimmer Bradly's, if you're interested), and it comes with three sequels. The editor wants me to cut about 1,500 words out of it, and you know, I think I'm ready to. If it'll finally get the fucking thing published, that is.;)
Last night, meanwhile, I had this truly crazy idea that I just can't seem to shake: Law & Order vs. Batman, done as a spec script. Not that it would actually BE Batman, you understand, any more than the rich dude who kept showing kids with cancer his Cave o' Pirate Booty was really Michael Jackson...but say it starts off with the body of a young kid being found in a crack-house or something; he's gotten himself killed while trying to extract another kid from said house, in a teenaged vigilante version of the end of Taxi Driver.
Freaked out by finding old wounds, bruises, scars and fractures all over him, they trace the kid back to a proactive "self-defense" program administrated by a local billionaire with a traumatic past--did he start the vigilante stuff in order to impress this guy, who he obviously hero-worshipped? And then the investigation starts turning up other ex-"cultists", like the now-30ish adopted son who now runs a security agency of his own but barely talks to his former mentor, or the NYPD records clerk who's been confined to a wheelchair since that "accident" during her own self-defense training...
This probably just stems from knowing I have to get my shit together for school, wanting to jazz up the pitches I routinely use in class, all that. Nevertheless, it's a genuinely pretty cool crossover, IMHO...something that'd certainly set me apart from the herd, if nothing else, were I to bring it to fruition and try to get it onto Dick Wolf's desk. Sure beats the necrophile story all to hell, especially in terms of research.
Okay, tired. I'll see youse tomorrow.
Sent out two e-submissions today, and heard back almost immediately on one of them-- "Heart-Dust", my first Kaodraze piece, which I sent to Horror Carousel. It's a Clark Ashton Smith-y sort of story set in a pseudo-Aztec city whose ruler (always the same personality, constantly re-born into another body) considers it a "Chaos Engine" which must be greased with blood liberally and often in order to keep entropy from taking over; part of a shared world project (that kept it out of Marion Zimmer Bradly's, if you're interested), and it comes with three sequels. The editor wants me to cut about 1,500 words out of it, and you know, I think I'm ready to. If it'll finally get the fucking thing published, that is.;)
Last night, meanwhile, I had this truly crazy idea that I just can't seem to shake: Law & Order vs. Batman, done as a spec script. Not that it would actually BE Batman, you understand, any more than the rich dude who kept showing kids with cancer his Cave o' Pirate Booty was really Michael Jackson...but say it starts off with the body of a young kid being found in a crack-house or something; he's gotten himself killed while trying to extract another kid from said house, in a teenaged vigilante version of the end of Taxi Driver.
Freaked out by finding old wounds, bruises, scars and fractures all over him, they trace the kid back to a proactive "self-defense" program administrated by a local billionaire with a traumatic past--did he start the vigilante stuff in order to impress this guy, who he obviously hero-worshipped? And then the investigation starts turning up other ex-"cultists", like the now-30ish adopted son who now runs a security agency of his own but barely talks to his former mentor, or the NYPD records clerk who's been confined to a wheelchair since that "accident" during her own self-defense training...
This probably just stems from knowing I have to get my shit together for school, wanting to jazz up the pitches I routinely use in class, all that. Nevertheless, it's a genuinely pretty cool crossover, IMHO...something that'd certainly set me apart from the herd, if nothing else, were I to bring it to fruition and try to get it onto Dick Wolf's desk. Sure beats the necrophile story all to hell, especially in terms of research.
Okay, tired. I'll see youse tomorrow.
