i recently in this blog mentioned the notion of sending a screenplay of mine to a couple people, (directly or indirectly) kevin bacon and atom egoyan, and i was barely willing to do it, risk of rejection and all that, but more recently i figured, what the fuck? and i sent it. and, just this morning, i did something else i mentioned in that same blog entry, i contacted frank darabont about a story to which he owns the film rights. don't know if anything will come of any of those things, but i think it's worth noting that i did them, even if just for my own sense of... not being such a fuck-up that i can't bother to put my stuff out there from time to time. there should be a word for that, and probably is, but i don't know it
my job, part time for a website that dealt in ads for dog breeders and dog supplies (treats, grooming supplies and even clothes), recently relocated, so i'm unemployed currently. i've interviewed for a couple jobs already, applied for a few more. notable among the interviews was one at a place that does closed captions. part of the testing process after the interview was to add captions to a bit of an episode of rome from last season, which was cool, and not just cause it's my first interview to involve a sex scene, but cause i think doing the caption thing would be fun (as long as i get to sit and just watch the show first if it's something i watch anyway, that is). but, the hours might not work, busy family schedule and me being the only driver of the only car and all that. it's possible to turn that job into an at home thing later, but i don't know how much later. i would be working in hollywood (literally and in that much more important way as well)
i still want to write, though
it's weird. i'm constantly giving up on that, thinking ok, no more writing, just gonna let it slide away and be done. but, then i find myself writing again (a half dozen or so pages of on the slopes of stanjantuwel yesterday, for example). i find it hard, considering all the other things in life i have to do (and choose to do in the spare moments), to get back to old writings of mine, doing rewrites and new edits and sending them out. but, maybe that will change, now that i've gotten those crazy moves mentioned above out of my system. maybe i can finally finish editing clubhouse blues and get it sent out to an agent. maybe i can finally do a rewrite of the man with the holes in his hands, even if i just end up selfpublishing through cafepress, like i did with seeing her naked, which has sold a few copies already
of course, here i am writing a blog entry instead of doing any of that editing. not sure if that's a problem or not
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