Today, I have an honest-to-goodness meeting about a Television show!
Some guys at VH-1 are doing a new show called "Totally Obsessed," and they called me about hosting it. I guess the people behind "Behind The Music" are behind this one, so I'm sure it'll be a good show. Hosting stuff is a lot of fun for me, because I get to goof off, and make jokes and stuff. Whenever I watch a show, I'm constatnly saying to myself, "What would I do here? As an audience member, what do I want them to do?" so when I get a chance (like today) to be that host guy, I know where to go.
Hey, last night I had dreams. This is a big deal, because I haven't been able to remember a dream for MONTHS. I can't recall any of them right now . . . of course . . . because I didn't take my notebook to the bedroom with me last night. But I know I had them, and that's a good start. I miss the nights when I'd have lots of vivid dreams. There was a time, a couple of years ago, when I would dream these incedibly lucid dreams almost nightly. It was like living another life when I was asleep. That was cool. I miss that.
After my VH-1 meeting, I have another meeting with a writer. He wrote a really fantastic script, and wants to attach me to the project. I'm meeting with him to give him a letter of intent that he can take to investors, and talk about some things I think can be better in the script. If everything goes according to plan, I may actually be working on a movie next year.
Tonight, I'm reading from, and signing Dancing Barefoot at the October meeting of the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society. Admission is FREE. Directions are here. LASFS is the organization behind LOSCON, where I'll be speaking on a few panels next month.
Monolith Press is going to stop direct sales of Dancing Barefoot pretty soon, including autographed copies. So if you're interested in grabbing one, it's probably a good idea to get it sooner than later.
Speaking of Dancing Barefoot, I went to *my* local comic shop, the one where they pull books for me and everything (anyone else read "Fables"? I freakin' love that book), and I saw my book right on the shelf next to Death. It gave me quite a thrill to see that. When I paid for my books, the guy told me, "My wife read your book, and loved it. She wants to know when the other one is coming out!"
"As soon as I can finish it," I told him. "I'm hung up on Chapter 10 right now . . . not that that means anything to you."
"Well, I read your Vegas story, and I loved it, so now I'm going to read the whole thing. We'll carry your other book when it's ready, too," he said.
Some other guys who work there sort of drifted over, and I got the impression that most of them had read my book, and liked it. L walked out of there feeling pretty good.
I have this idea for a movie: You know how Clerks was about . . . well . . . clerks? What about a film about a comic shop, and all the interesting characters that hang out there? Like the guy who doesn't work there, but is always there, reading books that he never buys while he sits at the counter? I think it'd be great to explore the relationships between the owner, who probably loved comics at one time, but now really runs the place like a business to support his family, and the guys who work for him, who remind him of the person he used to be. The "spine" of the story could be about a big artist who's coming to do a signing.
HEY! Don't steal my idea, fuckers!
We just found out that Anne's Grandmother is really sick, so we're leaving first thing in the morning to drive up to Oregon for the weekend. This means AudioBlogs, and MoBlogs, if you're interested. Where'd that cool camera phone come from? Funny you should ask. The whole story gets its own post in a few days. :-)
Finally, I need to thank everyone who wrote in with support, encouragement, and all that stuff about my recent frustrations. I feel guilty and weird, because I'm not *looking* for anything like that, but I'll admit that a little encouragement goes a long way with me. So thank you. I mean that.