First off, I'm doing
National Novel Writing Month this year. For those not in the know, NaNoWriMo is an awesome program that helps/encourages/scares into submission novelists into writing 50,000 words in one month. That's like 1,600 words a day. The point is not to create a great book, but to get past the self-censorship process. As I loathe/hate/want to declare a fatwah against first drafts, this should be just the kick in the pants I need. My profile is
here and will be linkable throughout November on the sidebar. I'll post my word count daily.
Best of all, I've convinced my good friends Uncle Fester and Abram (everyone gets a nickname on tMR). It was going to be three, but ManTan pussied out because he thinks he'll write two screenplays instead. Now, if he does this, I'll apologize profusely here, but if it were me, it would just never happen.
The novel, in case you're wondering- is loosely based on a short story I wrote on the old blog (that's a shout out to japhyjunket readers), itslef loosley based on a real cross country trip I took. ManTan calls the whole thing my "September 12th novel", but remember that ManTan is a WriMo quitter who will most likely never speak to me again, now.
The Yalie passed along
some writing advice from washed-up celebrity author and club kid murderer "witness" James St. James. Despite the fact that he calls Stephen King a hack (and what does that make you, my "cash in on my best friend's psychotic episode" auter?), James' advice is pretty damn good.
I'm going to Vegas this weekend to celebrate the somethingth birthday of the Mexican. His parents actually invited me, which is cute. Also I get to see Cirque du Soleil. I've driven through Vegas twice, but have only ever been to the local Phillips 66 (which has gambling, of course). I sorta hate Vegas, but The Mexicans family are masters of the casino. They win all the time. I'm going to put on my biggest pair of bug eye sunglasses and pretend I'm a Sports Illustrated correspondent.
Sidenote: I've been trying to listen to Bruce Springstein's Devils and Dust while writing this, but the crappy "Dual Disc DVD" keeps skipping. It's brand new. Lots of people have this problem. If I actually go to the trouble of paying for an actual CD, I'd like it to fucking work. That's just how I roll.
So, yesterday I excitedly put up photos of the Grizzly Bear video shoot I did this weekend, only to find that frakin' Blogger won't display them. Sometime this week, I'm making the switch to Movable Type and putting up the portfolio and bio sections. The shots are just of the empty set, since obviously, when I was shooting, I wasn't taking digital pictures. Here are the damn pictures, btw:
