Someone Stepped in a Big Pile of Poo

So, we're sitting in the theater this evening waiting for the movie to begin. Then, my favorite part - the previews - come on. I LOVE previews. I mean, I could just sit for an entire evening watching them!

So, anyway, the first one is for DejaVu, with Denzel Washington. Looks pretty cool. Nothing extraordinary, but pretty cool nonetheless. The second one is for some unremarkable film I have no intention of remembering, let alone seeing.

The third one comes on, and it gets an immediate reaction; and not a good one. It is Apocalypto, by Mel Gibson. From the moment the Icon image came on screen, you could hear subtle hissing from members of the audience. As the clips progressed, those subtle hisses became much less subtle.

All I can say, is wow, Mel, you sure fucked up good.

Your film looks fabu, and it may well become a critically aclaimed. However, I doubt if that little episode of yours will ever be entirely forgotton - or forgiven, and it will definitely show at the box office.

A small piece advice?

A.A.

Click!

That's the sound of a lightbulb snapping on. You know...when someone finally "gets it"?

Well, I finally got it. Not that I'd really lost it, mind you. It's just that I had let it slip into some deep, dark corner of my mind and forgotten how desperately I need it.

The "it" I'm referring to is music.

Music has alway been there for me. During happy times, it inhanced the joy of the moment. When I was sad and felt that I was sinking into a deep abyss, it somehow pulled me up and kept me afloat.

Music is my muse. I didn't know it then. I do now.

I remember writing my first screenplay. I got some of the best work done [even if not on paper] during my half-hour commute to/from work each day all the while listening to the same exact piece of music from Sting. By the time I had completed that screenplay, you could actually see how worn the CD was from playing that one song so many times.

It seems that [for me] finding just the right piece of music is essential to writing. If I'm writing a tender moment, I will - most likely - choose something by John Barry. If there's a chase scene, Hans Zimmer currently has some great orchestrations I really like.

I've had a hard time writing anything for a while now, and it just dawned on me that all during this "blank" time, I haven't really listened to music. Sure, I listen to the radio while in the car. I'll also pop in a CD, just to drown out the outside world, but I haven't truly LISTENED to my music. But, a few days ago I finally made the connection:

It's a simple formula really; Music + Writing = Success.

So, what's your muse?

I'm a Figment of my Own Imagination

This is what it feels like at the moment.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not the world's biggest attention-hog, but some is nice. Especially when you're trying to put yourself "out there" and selling yourself.

It getting pretty damned hard because I think I'm fading from view.

Literally. Fading

Sitting alone at my computer day after day is not condusive to honing those oh-so-important inter-personal skills needed for a career in Hollywood.

Combine that with the dozens of non-responses I've received on my queries.

My InkTip experiment is turning out to be a big, fat nothing. Remember that "brilliant idea" for marketing I came up with? The postcard queries? Well, so far, ZILCH.

Oops. I think I just lost sight of my left foot.

At this pace, I'll be completely invisible before Thanksgiving!

Hey, maybe there's a story in this ?~?~?