Today was filled with nitpicky things having to be handled -- like my bank killing my ATM card because I used it in New Jersey instead of New York without telling them I was going there -- and just letting myself catch up with reality.
Oh, and working on a couple of short promo video scripts for Kasey. She called me, yesterday, as I was handling Manhattan traffic asking if I'd rework a couple of 2-5 page scripts for her in time to get them to the client tomorrow. So I've done one...and miss it.
I know, I know, I dismissed scriptwriting as silly...but it's in my blood, I guess, like a sickness or addiction I can't shake. And like a junkie, it just takes one hit to kick you off the wagon. Dammit. Like I wasn't already weak enough. My main excuse is I need the money...but in reality, I'm just a wimp.
I just sent the third draft (but only the second one, so far as Kasey's concerned; I never show my first drafts to anyone...except when I'm being stupid) off and will work on the other one tomorrow after I get home. Nice thing is, she's on the West Coast so she's 3 hours behind me.
Now it's time to get my expense report in order and see how deep in the hole I am.
I'm not posting any more of POS. Apparently I'm at the point the story where anything I reveal will be a plot spoiler. Oh well...maybe I can do something else. As mentioned before, that cop who had me rewrite his story about the NYPD and how they drove him crazy wants his script turned into a book, still, so maybe I'll start trying that out. I came up with an odd concept for it -- "Did you ever think you are what you aren't, even when you are?" Don't know what it means yet...and yet...I do.
This will be an interesting project.
Oh, and working on a couple of short promo video scripts for Kasey. She called me, yesterday, as I was handling Manhattan traffic asking if I'd rework a couple of 2-5 page scripts for her in time to get them to the client tomorrow. So I've done one...and miss it.
I know, I know, I dismissed scriptwriting as silly...but it's in my blood, I guess, like a sickness or addiction I can't shake. And like a junkie, it just takes one hit to kick you off the wagon. Dammit. Like I wasn't already weak enough. My main excuse is I need the money...but in reality, I'm just a wimp.
I just sent the third draft (but only the second one, so far as Kasey's concerned; I never show my first drafts to anyone...except when I'm being stupid) off and will work on the other one tomorrow after I get home. Nice thing is, she's on the West Coast so she's 3 hours behind me.
Now it's time to get my expense report in order and see how deep in the hole I am.
I'm not posting any more of POS. Apparently I'm at the point the story where anything I reveal will be a plot spoiler. Oh well...maybe I can do something else. As mentioned before, that cop who had me rewrite his story about the NYPD and how they drove him crazy wants his script turned into a book, still, so maybe I'll start trying that out. I came up with an odd concept for it -- "Did you ever think you are what you aren't, even when you are?" Don't know what it means yet...and yet...I do.
This will be an interesting project.
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