Hello. How are you?
I am fine.
Thank you for stopping by today.
What’s going on? Oh, man! Where do I start?
Remember this l’il thing?
Apparently, I should be provide a little more explanation when I post something like that.
Reminds me of the time when I posted this (really bad) poem I wrote as a kind of nod to Pablo Picasso and Surrealism a couple of years back and promptly left town for a week to the lands beyond cell service coverage. Oh, my… Can you say voice mail messages? Took me over a week to convince everyone that I was neither losing it nor suicidal.
Friends and family. God love ’em, but sometimes it’s hard to be a writer trying to strut his stuff in their line of sight.
Oh, well…occupational hazard.
No one said it was gonna be easy. Trying to understand a writer guy, yet trying to care about him at the same time, that is. It requires a whole new compass than most folks are used to. North doesn’t always point north. What’s worse is north changes, sometimes shifting unexpectedly and for inexplicable reasons. So you can’t obtain a compass for the purposes of getting a good read on us writer types. You gotta build ’em from scratch.
Oh, well…all guys like me can hope is that the rest of you think it’s worth the trouble.
That said, from the "What I really meant" department, comes this:
I had a lot going on. I tried to write it all out in a sort of "let’s catch up with Bill" missive, but there was so much to say. It gave me a head ache. My creative response to said cranial distress was to let the long, rambling post go and simply (and, I thought, humorously) "depict" my feelings over trying to describe the myriad plates I had spinning at the time. The rest, as they say….
In truth, everything was fine, though I admit that I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed of late. Hyperactivity, with rarely enough energy to tackle each zone of my crazy/beautiful life with the gusto, creativity, and passion it deserves. There have been many days, in fact, when I’ve felt like I’m losing ground everywhere. And even moments when I’ve felt like an utter failure.
Then again…that’s nothing new.
Occupational hazard…of being me.
But the strike is over, and far from my previous fears, Hollywood seems to be welcoming me with reasonably open arms. Yeah..check this out–
- It’s not out of the realm of possibility that RUNAWAY could see some sort of distribution in the near future.
- The management company I would like to work with seems genuinely interested in working with me.
- I am in very active talks with a very reputable production company to develop a real, live Hollywood movie (a proposed budget in the mid-eight figures was tossed onto the table yesterday).
- I have a good bead on (and have been highly recommended to) a great agent at a major agency.
- INCARNATION, all of a sudden, is getting a lot of attention and seems to be taking on a life of its own.
- As I plan on making a pilgrimage to the Tower of Tinsel in the next few weeks, people seem to really wanna meet with me. For the first time ever, I think that my dance card will be full–with real and meaningful meetings to show for it. Yikes!
- If I play my cards right, I’ll have a first draft new spec script (which already has parties interested in reading it) ready to show the world by the end of March.
Holy crap, right? Makes my head spin. Mostly in a good way.
SagePresence is going equally well. People are really responding to it, and we’re getting opportunities to speak and train all over. The biggest problem there is there’s only three of us. At some point in the VERY near future, we will have need to hire someone (or somones) to help us manage this thing. Especially as word about what we’re doing spreads outside the Twin Cities, as it’s beginning to do so. It’s quite amazing and scary cool.
Funny how this professional speaking thing so powerfully supports the screenwriting career, and vice versa. Equally, how much fun I’m having going around and talking to folks. Having such an immediate, profound, and positive impact for people–seeing it on their faces and hearing their stories of trouble and triumph–really makes my day.
And home… With respect to that, let me simply say that Georges Seurat would be proud. As I am proud of us. All of us. Yesterday, I noticed a piece of me was calm in the face of an otherwise tubulent day. That piece was the one associated with home.
It was a bit of a surprise, as honoring this Great Love, this great family, and "putting it together" hasn’t always been the most calm of affairs. But yesterday’s discovery spoke volumes. It spoke of healing. It spoke of health and happiness. It spoke of peace and prosperity. It spoke of adventure and accomplishment. It whispered in my ear, visions of the future that brought a smile to my lips.
Today, my head doesn’t hurt. Nothing has changed, except for today I feel a little less overwhelmed by this crazy/beautiful life. That’s all.
Because I know head aches come with the job description.
None of ’em easy. All of ’em worth it.
Dear friend…I hope you are well, too. I look forward to catching up again in the near future.
Best to you and yours. Let’s get together soon!