I’m at one of my network of writing-conducive cafes; I’ve just polished off a flat brown and five pages of a new Earbud Theater script I’m calling Monday for the Sweepers. My previous script Scary Ride is in the final stages of post-production and should launch in the next two weeks; this new one, if I can finish it soon, I might aim to have out in late September/early October. Hopefully not too close to Halloween, since it’s not really horror-themed and I like it when we celebrate Halloween over at Earbud. It’s basically our holiest holiday.
It has been quite awhile since I’ve had any steady dates with the ol’ laptop and an espresso drink. Samantha is finished now and submitted to a couple dozen film festivals; I got my first rejection letter which is really a good rite of passage. It’s like an official sign that you’re out of your comfort zone. A Sickness in Time is in the hands of the editor for proofing, which means the time to add new subplots or radically reorganize the book is passed. I can cut things, and probably will, but the rest I have to just leave to hope.
The Stages of Sleep paperback proof arrived and is as close to flawless as my eyes can discern, so it’s officially available for Print-on-Demand at Amazon or anywhere that cares to order it. You can go to your favorite indie bookstore and order it and it’ll be there in their computers ready to be summoned. I know I sound like any proud, obsessed Dad, but I love this book and think it’s just the handsomest. The margins, the dimensions, the typeface…oh man…
Romeo & Juliet is closed and we’re through tech week and opening of As You Like It; so while my acting commitments at Shakespeare Orange County are nowhere near done; I am reclaiming little pockets of life here and there. I found out I wouldn’t be called to rehearse Pirates of Penzance either Saturday or Sunday during the day, and the sign of how truly sick I am is that my first thought was “think of all the WORK I’ll be able to get done!”
I’ve even managed to make a few visits to the gym in the last couple of weeks. I take this and my present session as signs I’m reclaiming a bit of life balance. Getting where I aspire to be will take much longer, but these steps are good for me; and are producing some remarkable bursts of creativity. I wrote a five page short film script on Saturday, start to finish…just because I finally had a stretch to myself. The intention is to film it in November – you know, right when my life threatens to really become my own again.