Actually in my case, I have a Mrs. Postman, but all the same, I'm waiting on this much-mythologized person of the USPS. The Austin Film Festival should be mailing letters in the next few days with their site proclaiming it will be by 9/3. Last year I expected absolutely nothing from them. The screenplay I sent in was not really bowling me over, but I thought, "What the hell?" And then a few months later I got a letter saying it had made it to the glitz-n-glitter, World Famous Second Round, top 10%.
This year I majorly revamped another screenplay and sent that one for them to stick in their pipes and smoke. Hopefully they enjoyed the rich, full aroma and satisfying flavor. We'll see.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Blah Blah Blah
That's how I've been feeling this week. I don't know if it's mental, physical, metaphysical, bilingual, but whatever it is, I'm tired of it. Ready to shake it off and get back to being me.
And what the hell is up with the ads that have been appearing on here? They used to be screenwriting related and now they're ... definitely not.
I realize I need to get set up on a regular schedule of not only writing, but of everything-elsing, too. The very core of me resists schedules, hates them, despises them, repels them. I always have. But I guess it's like the addict finally realizing that rehab, no matter how disgusting it sounds, is really what they need. I need the rigid schoolmarm to force me into making progress, little by little, day by day.
Writers are notorious for putting it off. We seem to procrastinate on everything given the slightest chance. We keep saying things like, "There's not enough time today for me to get much done, so I'll just stick my hands down the front of my pants and watch TV. This weekend, well, this weekend will be completely different. I'll have all that time, and I'll get so much dooonnnne." Then this weekend comes, and we sleep until 1:00 p.m. and at 3:25 p.m., we're still sitting around in our pajamas. Yeah, way to go.
So here's what I'm gonna do until I get a schedule figured out - I'm gonna blame you. I never hear from you people. Some comments, positive or negative, would let me know I'm not floating alone out in cyberspace. And maybe if we could get the discussion going in the right direction, the ads would get better.
And what the hell is up with the ads that have been appearing on here? They used to be screenwriting related and now they're ... definitely not.
I realize I need to get set up on a regular schedule of not only writing, but of everything-elsing, too. The very core of me resists schedules, hates them, despises them, repels them. I always have. But I guess it's like the addict finally realizing that rehab, no matter how disgusting it sounds, is really what they need. I need the rigid schoolmarm to force me into making progress, little by little, day by day.
Writers are notorious for putting it off. We seem to procrastinate on everything given the slightest chance. We keep saying things like, "There's not enough time today for me to get much done, so I'll just stick my hands down the front of my pants and watch TV. This weekend, well, this weekend will be completely different. I'll have all that time, and I'll get so much dooonnnne." Then this weekend comes, and we sleep until 1:00 p.m. and at 3:25 p.m., we're still sitting around in our pajamas. Yeah, way to go.
So here's what I'm gonna do until I get a schedule figured out - I'm gonna blame you. I never hear from you people. Some comments, positive or negative, would let me know I'm not floating alone out in cyberspace. And maybe if we could get the discussion going in the right direction, the ads would get better.
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