Good Quote-

Writing is the hardest way of earning a living, with the possible exception of wrestling alligators.
Olin Miller

I don't know what the deal is with alligators of late. Hmm. Think I just figured out how to get rid of a fictional corpse.

decisions, decisions

I'm torn on which project to work on next.

1) Changing the Supernatural spec to a feature ( supernatural suspense) .
2) The World War 2 script that's been plaguing me for years.
3) The dark dark dark comedy-- I think that one's a play.
4) The angsty-ish low budget drama.

or this:

http://www.cnsi.ucsb.edu/stage/guidelines/guidelines.html

In short? This is a contest that pays $10,000 --- and it would actually allow me to utilize that higher education thing. My undergraduate minor was in History of the Sciences, and my major was Anthropolgy, specifically in cultural and medical arenas.

And we hurry up and wait. some more.

Still nothing from the WB.

19 days until I hear if I made the first round of cuts for the WB writer's workshop.

Hurry up and wait.

submitted the script to WB and ABC. And now we just... wait and see.

Times

Everything I know about football, I know from listening to my dad place bets with his bookee (sp?) and from George Carlin.

I bring this up for 2 reasons. 1) RIP George Carlin. A motherfucking genius. 2)I'm blown away by the skill of writing for Friday Night Lights... and I might be writing a spec script for it.

Hey! I'm walking here!

While walking across the street I got clipped by a woman driving a minivan. Yes, I'm fine. No, I didn't get her plate number. No, she didn't ask me if I was ok, or say Sorry. I was walking with the light. No, no one asked if I was ok once I got to the other side of the street, and I don't know I'm so bothered by that. One woman did kinda give me a look, but I don't know if it was a ' I can't believe the nerve of that lady' or ' I can't believe that you said that.' Cause those words that well bred women don't use? Oh, I used them.

I have lungs.
Two of them
I used to swim daily. I sing. I run.
I have a voice that projects without my intent.
So when I started flinging obscenities... they were flung with great force. I'm not necessarily proud of that fact that I screamed like a banshee, but holy crap had she been going a little faster, had I been slower to push my left and arm against the car to get out of the way, I could have been seriously hurt. My left hand and arm are sore, and I suspect that back muscles of left side will make their presence abundantly known tomorrow.