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Nov. 19th, 2006 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustMan. It really has been a whole week, hasn't it? I need to make myself post sometime in the middle, just for kicks. If I go on like this, people are going to think I died from work.
At any rate: Got all the No Vacancies drama over with by 7:00 PM on Tuesday; producer came over to collect/read it, and seems to have liked it fine, because I haven't heard from him since. (I'd expected notes and a rewrite, but there we go.) One of the amusing things about this guy is that he, like me, turns out to enjoy putting together imaginary soundtracks for projects, which is how I ended up with an entire CD of psychadelic garage-rock from the 1970s. Coolio, and actually fairly inspiring.
On my own front, Wednesday on continued to be primarily about Cal and Steve's--and Mom's--colds. Believe it or not, I seem to have dodged that germy bullet for now. The memory-foam bed continues to be enticing yet over-somnolent...today, for example, once I'd found out that Mom officially wasn't making it to the gym after all, I ended up sleeping past 11:00 AM. This isn't really the best habit to get into, because while the sharp pains are thankfully gone, it does leave me with general stiffness and a cognitive hangover. I will try to combat this by breezing through chores and then hitting Dominion to do the weekly shop while Steve and Cal are at mass. Tonight we'll probably be over at Mom's having dinner, so she can get her fix; may join us, though I haven't heard anything directly.
What else? I also bought a bunch of early Christmas presents, wrapped them, sent Dad and Janina theirs, copied lots of photos, distributed them. Steve somehow didn't pick up the photo-books I'd put aside at MotoPhoto, so apportioning them directly has to wait 'til Monday. I cleaned the kitchen counters. Fascination abounds!
OTOH, with Lost and other shows on/going into seasonal hiatus, I'm really/truly hoping to move on to more interesting things. Yes, NaNo was its annual waste of time, but a recent TFS administrative directive to catalogue all the "professional development" I did on my own time over 2006 and set goals for 2007 has gotten me thinking in specifics. As Alex Epstein (complicationsensue on blogspot) points out in Crafty TV Writing: Thinking Inside the Box, the normal TV turnover between idea, treatment and script tends to be two weeks to a month, which makes it ridiculous beyond belief to realize how friggin' long it takes me to write most things (and completely stupid to realize how long I've had a perfectly good Law & Order spec beat-sheet waiting around to be turned into something I could prospectively use to get, oh, I don't know, WORK). I need a new agent, and have for almost ten years. I need to get moving, because time's a-wastin', and though 2006 looks very good on paper, 2007 could look a fuck of a lot better. And saying: "But I got a bay-bee" just doesn't cut it.
So who knows? You may look to see a new day rising, a new order of business. Or you may not. But before I'm forty, I want a contract, some money, some fucking stability in my professional life. I want to know where I'm going, how long it might take me to get there, what I have to do, and DO IT. That's all.
At any rate: Got all the No Vacancies drama over with by 7:00 PM on Tuesday; producer came over to collect/read it, and seems to have liked it fine, because I haven't heard from him since. (I'd expected notes and a rewrite, but there we go.) One of the amusing things about this guy is that he, like me, turns out to enjoy putting together imaginary soundtracks for projects, which is how I ended up with an entire CD of psychadelic garage-rock from the 1970s. Coolio, and actually fairly inspiring.
On my own front, Wednesday on continued to be primarily about Cal and Steve's--and Mom's--colds. Believe it or not, I seem to have dodged that germy bullet for now. The memory-foam bed continues to be enticing yet over-somnolent...today, for example, once I'd found out that Mom officially wasn't making it to the gym after all, I ended up sleeping past 11:00 AM. This isn't really the best habit to get into, because while the sharp pains are thankfully gone, it does leave me with general stiffness and a cognitive hangover. I will try to combat this by breezing through chores and then hitting Dominion to do the weekly shop while Steve and Cal are at mass. Tonight we'll probably be over at Mom's having dinner, so she can get her fix;
What else? I also bought a bunch of early Christmas presents, wrapped them, sent Dad and Janina theirs, copied lots of photos, distributed them. Steve somehow didn't pick up the photo-books I'd put aside at MotoPhoto, so apportioning them directly has to wait 'til Monday. I cleaned the kitchen counters. Fascination abounds!
OTOH, with Lost and other shows on/going into seasonal hiatus, I'm really/truly hoping to move on to more interesting things. Yes, NaNo was its annual waste of time, but a recent TFS administrative directive to catalogue all the "professional development" I did on my own time over 2006 and set goals for 2007 has gotten me thinking in specifics. As Alex Epstein (complicationsensue on blogspot) points out in Crafty TV Writing: Thinking Inside the Box, the normal TV turnover between idea, treatment and script tends to be two weeks to a month, which makes it ridiculous beyond belief to realize how friggin' long it takes me to write most things (and completely stupid to realize how long I've had a perfectly good Law & Order spec beat-sheet waiting around to be turned into something I could prospectively use to get, oh, I don't know, WORK). I need a new agent, and have for almost ten years. I need to get moving, because time's a-wastin', and though 2006 looks very good on paper, 2007 could look a fuck of a lot better. And saying: "But I got a bay-bee" just doesn't cut it.
So who knows? You may look to see a new day rising, a new order of business. Or you may not. But before I'm forty, I want a contract, some money, some fucking stability in my professional life. I want to know where I'm going, how long it might take me to get there, what I have to do, and DO IT. That's all.
