I’m supposed to be working. I have quite a few projects on my plate at the moment:
- Adapting St. Peter at the Gate to add to the St. Peter in Chains script, thereby extending it to full length
- Two other script rewrites (for other people’s scripts)
- Writing the Hunting Victor Frankenstein pilot
- A number of prose projects, including: St. Peter Ascends, another K-Pro novel, more Sherlock Holmes stories, plus I have ideas for at least two other books
- A couple plays I keep meaning to finish
And though I’ve done some rewriting for 20 August, I’m pretty sure it needs another bit of work.
Also, these blank canvases are not going to paint themselves.
It’s good to be busy. Good to have projects. Really, really good to have scripts that people want to turn into movies, and then also have people wanting me to help them with their scripts besides. Exciting. Exhausting. But I like to take my opportunities as they arise, and in this work it’s often feast or famine. Today we feast!
Which reminds me. I haven’t had anything to eat yet today . . .
(I keep candy stashed in my office, but I try not to resort to eating any until mid-afternoon at the earliest.)
Anyway, must get as much done as possible in advance of the Screenwriters Conference at the end of September. It’s good to have deadlines of a sort, too, really. Otherwise it becomes too easy to drift. So onward! (Cue Man of La Mancha, as sung by Scott Bakula in that episode of Quantum Leap. Cuz that’s just the kind of nerd I am.)
Burning question: Why didn’t Weird Al ever write a song called “Keep Refrigerated” based on “Keep ’em Separated”? Or did he, and I just missed it?