In one world, I await Charlie's pages with anticipation. We are finishing a rough draft. That is exciting. It means we can sit down and start re-writing it. Making it better. Fixing it. That sort of thing.
And probably cutting the heck out of it, since it's, like, 250 pages or something like that.
In another world, I'm still waiting to hear if I scored big-time with an undisclosed project. It's the fruits of my LA trip (one of them, at least) and it would be beyond sweet were it to land. But it's been awhile, so I'm losing hope...
In still another world, I shipped off a ton of pages to My Manager on another project of mine, the one I mentioned that I was having trouble getting around to writing the other day. I got around. I wrote. It's good.
So now in this last, newest world, I need to start my next project. This is the project that companies in LA are waiting for. I know what the project is, I have the preliminary plot in my head, I just need to get the characters together, get the sequence of events together, all that jazz.
It's time to mix it up and start anew. Always fun. The art of creating has begun.
Never a dull moment.
And oh yeah, nothing from Producer Guy.
Once just humble low-rent screenwriters, Charlie & Dave have now evolved and write about writing, more than they actually... erm... write.
American expat Charlie is now in Beijing, and spins tales of life and business in China, while reporting on the local entertainment scene.
California expat Dave is now in New York, and spins tales of life, love, and survival in New York, while reporting on whatever it is people in Tarrytown do.
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