I can now see the Writer's Guild building from my bedroom window. It casts a shadow on my apartment complex and I take it is a sign.

P.S.
I hate corporate slaves.

found while packing up my room

I wish there was a way
I could prove to you I'm real
Some way to do something big or something small
Until you can see me
It's not a simple thing
Leaving a trail when you run
So close to the light
Eyes opening all the way
Almost there in your mind
My vision is yours
Just once

-2008

job ----- check
place to live ------ half check
new approach for final draft of freed men ------ check

looking alright for now, stabilizing

but come august
shit is going down

Stuck in this room

This room is a prison and since I'm desperately looking for a job I'm stuck here. It's not good what it does to my head. For example: I start doubting my newest version of Freed Men. I got some people interested in representing it and me as well. They like it. I liked it. I did as much as I could do it and now I don't know if it's good enough. If the script does get bought and does miraculously get made, I don't want my name on something associated with a whole era in american history that isn't as good as it possibly can be. Right now it's an action film. But should it be? Or should it be a drama? I don't know. This room is bad for me right now. I'm moving out soon (if i have the money to). It's make or break right now.

Pilot Light

Heading to New York later this week. Just started a new pilot script 'Interns.' Was getting a bunch of ideas for it last night and just knew I had to start writing it ASAP. The show would be like a younger version of entourage, but focusing on the struggle of four college grads as they try to make it in different divisions of the film business. We'll see how the pilot turns out.

that was fast

MAIL ORDER BRIDE 1st draft is complete. And in only 3 months.
What may very well be the next film I make.

Outcall has been picture locked...finally. 8 more scenes to sound edit and then coloring and it's in the can.