wilderworks

So, I guess I got a job. And I guess I start Monday. And I guess it's not too far of a drive, and they won't make me pay for parking, and it's full time, and it's enough to pay all my bills, with a tad to spare. So I guess I should be pleased. But I wish I could get over this week's intense case of writer's block. I'm going to take a break from Storybook Park , I believe. At least until I get more feedback, more inspiration. It feels too much like beating my head against a wall, and I don't want to kill it. Caroline should soon be back from Peru and points beyond, meaning I can return to work on Insignificant Others . Meanwhile, I've been working on the Misplaced Planet Website . Once I have that in a presentable shape again, I'll move on to cleaning up my own website... Don't know why. Guess it counts as a hobby.

It's becoming pretty clear, I'm not the piano man. It's becoming pretty clear, I'm the real estate novelist, who never had time for a wife.

When the only thing standing between you and poverty is the script for Highlander 5 , you can't help staying up all night re-evaluating your life and watching pirated episodes of the Dave Chapelle Show . (Dear MPAA, I was kidding about the pirating. I only pirate software.)

Okay. I'd like a job now. Anybody?

What a week it has been. I had my first and last day of work on Monday.  On Tuesday , a management company requested one of my screenplays, one that needed revision.  Wednesday I had another interview, this one with a company I really liked (and probably will never hear from again) called Sobini Films.   Thursday I finished three non-stop days of revision on Storybook Park , though it was technically 8 AM Friday morning. And Friday I mailed it. Also, somewhere in there, news came down that the director is still interested in Insignificant Others after reading my writing sample, Ladies & Gentlemen . Which puts that on the pressure cooker for the next big race to the finish. Next week, I'm back to sending out resumes, and trying to get the car insured.

So I quit the job.

It is a sad day when the job you accept has only one benefit, especially when that benefit is that the hours will make it easy for you to interview for other jobs. Againt my better judgement, I've accepted a part-time, temporary, low-paying job in the accounting department of Sutton, Barth, & Vennari: Talent Agents. It will be an achievement if I can convince my brain to allocate enough memory to store those three names. The job market is shit. Months and dozens of interviews and it comes to this -- 9:00 to 1:00, 5 days a week, with 45 minutes driving either way. Which means, with gas prices, I might net two hours of pay a day. Which would make my take-home, at the end of the month, less than full-time minimum wage. Less than working at In-N-Out Burger . Not enough to pay the rent. It's sometimes hard to remember why I left New York and almost $20 an hour and people I knew. But given a chance, I still remember. I still remember... I am most disappoin...