So, I’m circling the week of November 11th to be back in L.A. for another round of pitches and generals. This time, I’ll be going out with one big pitch – and a few briefer targeted pitches including that military sci-fi series, the far future spaceship series, and the high concept horror movie (or possibly series). Between then and now, I need to finalize that Big pitch, prep three more, and rewrite a pilot. I’ll also be starting work on a second script for (the formerly Untitled Awesome Project) TimEscape. I have a rough beat sheet that I want to put out next week, once we’ve decided on a story editor. Meanwhile, I’m still pursuing all leads and follow-ups related to our last trip to L.A. – and awaiting word on that other BIG pitch that has been surprisingly slow moving. It’s been so long since I’ve heard back that I’m half-inclined to call the police and ask them do a welfare check. I dread the inevitable call from the authorities: “The executives accidentally locked themselves in their offices three weeks ago but, sadly, no one reported them missing in time. You should have contacted us as soon as you didn’t hear back on your pitch after that first week…”
All this to say, I’m still riding the development merry-go-round.
And drinking a cup of chamomile every evening before bedtime. It relaxes me and ensures I get in a slightly less poor night’s sleep. I want to blame the dogs who are so wedged up against me that I either have to sleep half off the bed or contorted around them like a far bendier magician’s assistant, but I think it’s something else. Like getting older. Or having too much on my mind. Probably the last one. On occasion, I have relied on melatonin but I’ve heard that if you use it too much, it will inhibit your body’s ability to naturally create it on its own. Of course, I suspect this could just be groundless conjecture like humans only use ten percent of their brain, or eating fried chicken sandwiches is bad for you.
So, what’s going on this weekend?