Xander digs sneezes...
... because you have to love the release. Been suffering from a terrible summer cold all week, thus my usual wit and verve is heavily blocked by phlegm. More information than you probably wanted.
My pitch for HELLRAISER was passed on. Though I would have loved to do the project, I'm not terribly surprised. The likelihood of a new writer setting up a pitch is always low, particularly when there are in-house writers with more experience vying for a project. As it happened, the movie ended up going to Joel Soisson, who has written at least four projects for Dimension in the past. D'oh!
Though I wanted the title of "First Fanfic Made Into A Movie," we'll now have to reserve that accolade for
dexfarkin. I really think that a properly executed SUM OF ZERO could sell for some serious green.
The HALLOWEEN 9 pitch I did with Sean went reasonably well. The executive who heard it wants us to make some changes and come back next week, so I'll be spending the weekend with the lovely and talented Michael Myers once again. I wish I could get more excited about the project, but I'm really moving forward with something of a gig mentality on this one. Still, if I get the job my apathy will not prevent me from cashing the check.
In SKIN news, my agent, Dave Brown finally found a home. Long story short: he was at a small agency that was consumed by Innovative Artists. Innovative didn't want to give him the money he felt he deserved so he shopped himself around, ending up in the enviable position that two large agencies bid for his services. Dave ended up at Genesis Agency, a great shop representing only writers and directors. Whoo for me (and Dave as well). Now it appears that my script will finally go out to the town either right before or after Labor Day.
Then my agnostic tendencies go out the window and full-on prayer begins.
A number of months having gone by, I've started putting together ideas for my next script. When they're a bit more codified, I'll probably throw them out here to get thoughts from you lovely people.
Speaking of material germane to this journal, I will soon get to the essay in praise of BUFFY's sixth season, Willow, and the current proliferation of women empowered by rage in contemporary film and TV. When those regular readers from the Land Down Under have finally seen the end of the season, they should post. I'm loath to spoil anything and my thesis is predicated largely on actions in the final two episodes.
Excuses, excuses...
My pitch for HELLRAISER was passed on. Though I would have loved to do the project, I'm not terribly surprised. The likelihood of a new writer setting up a pitch is always low, particularly when there are in-house writers with more experience vying for a project. As it happened, the movie ended up going to Joel Soisson, who has written at least four projects for Dimension in the past. D'oh!
Though I wanted the title of "First Fanfic Made Into A Movie," we'll now have to reserve that accolade for
dexfarkin. I really think that a properly executed SUM OF ZERO could sell for some serious green.The HALLOWEEN 9 pitch I did with Sean went reasonably well. The executive who heard it wants us to make some changes and come back next week, so I'll be spending the weekend with the lovely and talented Michael Myers once again. I wish I could get more excited about the project, but I'm really moving forward with something of a gig mentality on this one. Still, if I get the job my apathy will not prevent me from cashing the check.
In SKIN news, my agent, Dave Brown finally found a home. Long story short: he was at a small agency that was consumed by Innovative Artists. Innovative didn't want to give him the money he felt he deserved so he shopped himself around, ending up in the enviable position that two large agencies bid for his services. Dave ended up at Genesis Agency, a great shop representing only writers and directors. Whoo for me (and Dave as well). Now it appears that my script will finally go out to the town either right before or after Labor Day.
Then my agnostic tendencies go out the window and full-on prayer begins.
A number of months having gone by, I've started putting together ideas for my next script. When they're a bit more codified, I'll probably throw them out here to get thoughts from you lovely people.
Speaking of material germane to this journal, I will soon get to the essay in praise of BUFFY's sixth season, Willow, and the current proliferation of women empowered by rage in contemporary film and TV. When those regular readers from the Land Down Under have finally seen the end of the season, they should post. I'm loath to spoil anything and my thesis is predicated largely on actions in the final two episodes.
Excuses, excuses...