I'm almost through Calender Girl - February (aka: A String of Dead Men). Finally found the story thread that's dragging me gleefully on! I've already outlined Calender Girl - March (exceptionally tentative title: "You, Us, Me", my take on the serial killa thrilla). I haven't even flipped my calendar to April, May or June, yet! Sheesh! Time for a little Robert E. Howard style prolific writing!
Friday, I dropped a script in Joe's lap for "Yummy Folks" (formerly "Hungry Folks") our fifteen minute zombie epic. It's good, messy, zombie fun, with a little stab at Atkins' New(old) Diet Revolution. Joe's response, "I guess there's no way we can fit a helicopter in here?" Otherwise, he seemed to think it was pretty do-able. Tom liked the fact that I didn't give him a shitload of lines -- the large chunks of line-age all happen off camera. Hope to get principal photography going before the end of June... So interests don't dry up.
Well, today I wrote an abstract for a grant proposal. Summer project, get the rest of the grant proposal done (due date: October 1). It's a fun and funny grant which deals with: acupuncture. Thank fuck for the NIH (National Institutes of Health) Complimentary and Alternative Medicine department... Weird shit paid for by our tax dollars. Gotta love it. I'll write the fucker, we'll send it in with Pete as the Principal Investigator, and I'll write myself in as advisor, consultant, data reducer, and computer programmer. As well as paying for my Research Engineer salary. How does that Howie Mandel joke go? One voice, three fucking jobs; one voice, three fucking paychecks. :) Hee hee! Probably won't happen, but as Jack Burton always says, "Hey, you never know 'til you try."
Name this quote if you can (most people who are on my friend list probably know it):
There comes a day, thief, when the gold loses its luster. When the jewels cease to sparkle. When the throne room becomes a prison. And all that remains is a father's love for his daughter.