Catching up on randomocity

Sorry, for the one or two of you who read this thing, that I haven't posted anything in the last little while. I really don't have an excuse other than I was feeling really lazy, and didn't really have all that much to write about anyway.

I'm putting The Harvester of Faces on the back burner for now. I may revive it in the future, as a script instead of a novel.

Which leads to another decision I've made recently, to just give up on writing prose, at least for the time being. When I sit down to write a novel it just feels . . . wrong. Working on a screenplay, though, feels so right to me. Don't ask me why.

Speaking of screenplays, the first draft of the pilot for the TV show I thought of recently is coming along pretty well. I'm right at halfway through it--it should be 48 pages long when I'm done. I'm enjoying doing research for it, too--rereading a lot of stories I loved when I was a crazy, weird teenager, plus some new ones, too, along with one or two scholarly works that sort of shed light on the subject matter in a way that makes me look at it in a different way.

That's one of the benefits of being a writer. It gives you an excuse to look into just about anything, as potential source material, inspiration, or to inform something you're planning.

The Thanksgiving holiday is coming up and, for once, I'm really looking forward to it this year. What do I have planned? Not a damned thing. Best kind of holiday.

Anyways, I'm done creating for the night, and I'm going to settle in to watch a new episode of Criminal Minds in a little while and then hit the sack.

Such is my glamorous life, I reckon.