(The bitchin’ Anita Loos, screenwriter Boss. Could there be anyone else?)
So I’m fed up with the novel querying/rejections right now. No, I am not giving up hope because I can’t. Am Just Fed the Fuck Up at the moment. While I’m taking a slight break from that utter hell (I don’t know how you novelists do it without considering harakiri by pen), I’ve been mulling over a television series idea, and I really want to write a pilot script for it. I figured what the heck — This sort of format, this sort of thing is what I know, more or less. Never written a TV pilot script. I know the conventions though, the format and whatnot. Got guides, a few peeps. That’s no biggie. I don’t know what happened to my screenwriting mentor, J. Frank James, though. The last I ever heard from him was on my wedding day, and he’d called me from the set of City Slickers II: Something About Curly’s Gold, of all things, enjoying spending the day with his longtime BFF Jack Palance, of all people. He was like that. He may still be around somewhere, but I’m not sure. He was quite up there in age.
I could use his advice right now, even if he didn’t dabble in television. The last I read, he was penning a post-WWII script for some Swiss director, and Ulrich Thomsen (Kai Proctor from BANSHEE!) was set to star in it. That was back in 2011. Hopefully, he’s still working on something like that. Screenwriting is such a flaky business. This, I know.
Anyway, I think November is going to be the month two things: working on the antho. editing and for the TV pilot script, treating it as NaScrWriMo or NaPilWriMo or even NaTVWriMo, whatever. If I could squeeze in just a little bit more research time between now and then, I think I can do this. Maybe.
I’m not sure.