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Hey, Gemma--
Jun. 29th, 2011 11:26 am--are you dead, or what? Why the long silence? Did a meteor crush your condo? Did bugs attack? What?
No, not dead. I'm still working on the Epilogue, which is thisclose to being done, and has cheered me up a lot. I know I'll have to go back over these sections and streamline continuity once I'm done hooking the middle up, but damn, I can't tell you how happy I am to see that the ending I was always working towards really does seem to resonate.
Meanwhile, there were some fairly crazy other developments, of which I cannot speak directly. Suffice it to say that they involve a certain story and filmmaking people with A) actual track-records and B) actual money. This means that while I force myself through A Tree of Bones.omega, I am also advancing development work that I don't expect to get paid for except in the long run. Still, that particular long run might have a very nice delivery, if and when.
In other weird news of filmmaking projects past...I may or may not have mentioned that the film The Rendezvous, a remake of Tom Noonan's What Happened Was..., has finally been released; I did a credited re-write of a particular monologue for this project, like--eight years ago now? Maybe? At any rate, NOW magazine reviewed it last week, and critic Norman Wilner decided to highlight my participation while also implying my monologue was one of his primary problems with the film. Blah blah blah; I pointed out to him in a comment that I got paid, so their motivations for hiring me were both unknowable and immaterial from my POV, and moved on--though I admit to being disappointed, since he knows at least as much about production as I do. I'd sort of thought better of him.
Well, this morning the producer of The Rendezvous called to specifically assure me people really do like said monologue, and invite me to tonight's screening. I can't go, obviously, though there might be a later one I can show up at. I'll take the reassurance with a grain of salt, but still: Interesting.
So yeah, this and that. And now I need to get dressed, take Cal to lunch, buy food, come back and finish this friggin' chapter. Then either go back to Chapter Three or, hell, the part of the Epilogue that doesn't deal with Chess!
No, not dead. I'm still working on the Epilogue, which is thisclose to being done, and has cheered me up a lot. I know I'll have to go back over these sections and streamline continuity once I'm done hooking the middle up, but damn, I can't tell you how happy I am to see that the ending I was always working towards really does seem to resonate.
Meanwhile, there were some fairly crazy other developments, of which I cannot speak directly. Suffice it to say that they involve a certain story and filmmaking people with A) actual track-records and B) actual money. This means that while I force myself through A Tree of Bones.omega, I am also advancing development work that I don't expect to get paid for except in the long run. Still, that particular long run might have a very nice delivery, if and when.
In other weird news of filmmaking projects past...I may or may not have mentioned that the film The Rendezvous, a remake of Tom Noonan's What Happened Was..., has finally been released; I did a credited re-write of a particular monologue for this project, like--eight years ago now? Maybe? At any rate, NOW magazine reviewed it last week, and critic Norman Wilner decided to highlight my participation while also implying my monologue was one of his primary problems with the film. Blah blah blah; I pointed out to him in a comment that I got paid, so their motivations for hiring me were both unknowable and immaterial from my POV, and moved on--though I admit to being disappointed, since he knows at least as much about production as I do. I'd sort of thought better of him.
Well, this morning the producer of The Rendezvous called to specifically assure me people really do like said monologue, and invite me to tonight's screening. I can't go, obviously, though there might be a later one I can show up at. I'll take the reassurance with a grain of salt, but still: Interesting.
So yeah, this and that. And now I need to get dressed, take Cal to lunch, buy food, come back and finish this friggin' chapter. Then either go back to Chapter Three or, hell, the part of the Epilogue that doesn't deal with Chess!
