Hi there! I finished work on that teleplay I’d been agonizing over all weekend and actually succeeded in submitting it to the contest. Hurray!
a piece of shite not going to win, but who cares? I did it, and I made the deadline. So there!
Hopefully, it doesn’t totally suck.
So … anyway, today, I finally got to
write rewrite scenes in the young adult novel. I’m getting to the end and it’s all coming together. And I can’t wait for it to be done. Honestly, when I write the words “The End” on this fucker, I’ll be so happy. And my gimpy hand will be even happier. Ha ha ha …
I even got a walk in, which was awesome. I even managed to get up and downstairs without going ars over tits, as Paul Downie might put it.
In any case, this is the last post on this here blog before I head off on a jet plane to the Austin Film Festival.
Hey, I’ve been across the pond and to Cleveland by plane. Three’s a charm, right? Or something.
Plus, I’d be most remiss if I didn’t mention my Indiegogo campaign for the Sam McRae Mystery Series. Any contributions or support would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!
Totally cinematic trailer … maybe.
And from around the Web:
I’m sorry, but ha ha ha ha … what mystery? Anyone can publish any crap these days. Success depends on whether readers like your work. And you can’t take any of it personally.
In short, there’s no crying in publishing.
Unfortunately, writers seem to feel entitled to be published. They’re not. You earn your stripes as a writer by doing your best work, as well as possible.
You call this news? Ha ha ha …
Let me tell you, my life is feeling a bit like this lately.
So … let us end with a fun tune instead. Be seeing you!
UPDATE: Can you spot all the ironies?