That Time of Year

[handful_ofdust]

A few of my old students have suddenly surfaced, asking for (universally) my old TV series development pitch package--the one I used to give out in class every year. Because, I assume, they remember having had it/what it was about, but have lost it in the interim, and know I probably have a copy. Which I do. I'm fine with sending those out, though I may not get around to it today--I'm still trying to clock an adequate level of Chapter Four wordage, before going off to pick up Cal and take him to his music lesson.

And there are also rumblings which may indicate that the Toronto Film SChool is resurrecting itself. People have asked me if I'm interested, to which I say: In having a job? Yes, please. It'd be great to have a second income again, and I'm certainly capable of pushing myself to keep up with my various projects, given how rewarding I've already seen that doing that can be.

Still: Whether it'll lead to anything? Up in the air. I haven't even heard back from the George Brown chick on whether or not there's been enough sign-ups to go forward with.

Uuuugh, shit: Turn over, brain. Write faster!

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[baggyeyes]

In my case, it's more 'turn, brain, turn!'

How do you get yourself into the rhythm of writing? It's so hard, I get distracted easy.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's literally as simple/hard as going word by word. Like: "Five more words, and I get a cookie..." (The cookie in question could be I get to check my 'mail, or do a quick Google search, or check my flist, or what have you. Or eat a cookie. ;))