As prophesied, painkillers for breakfast. And then a Thrive shake, and then this. Going back to supplementation for a bit. Inbox 14, already into casting discussions on one of my things, but I’m planning/hoping to switch everything off for a while and settle down with a notebook.
Getting into the newsletter later. See you Monday.
I am weirdly wiped out. Long week? Who even knows what weeks are any more. Today:
HEAVEN’S FOREST 106-A written and filed.
Casting document for HEAVEN’S FOREST – this is where I briefly outline characters and personalities so our casting director and series directors can get a handle on casting the characters and use the text to work with agents etc. I actually get to step back from that process a bit now that I’ve written the document, on this one, and let other people try to make sense of my gibberish
Sent a final update to publisher on a bunch of things I was gonna do there that now can’t be done because covid, collapse, etc.
Made a start on the newsletter, and updated editorial office on PROJECT GENEVA.
I feel about 12 hours’ sleep coming on. I’ve just cleaned the kitchen and washed up every pot and pan, my heart rate’s all over the place and I’m calling it. That was this week. Stay well, reader. G’night.
Internet ambient veteran Jim Butler went into overdrive recently. This is his newest Bandcamp release, and it is an elegant space.
From Arseniy Kotov on Instagram:
“Krasnoyarsk-26 is a restricted city with a population of 83,000 people, built to accommodate workers at the underground Kombinat n.815, which produced weapons-grade plutonium.”
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Time to break one of these open for PROJECT GENEVA, which we exchanged contracts on yesterday. But first I have to sit down and do the second draft of HEAVEN’S FOREST 106 and clear inbox 12.
Listening to RIDGE OF HUMMING SPOILS, roasting a pork loin for lunch (sliced up in rolls with apple sauce), downing coffee and trying to wake the fuck up. I am hoping for a quiet day. Most of my input sources are off now. Ambient music plus muted Bloomberg TV is really quite weird and I am into it.
Ian Holloway just sent me, by surprise, a box of close to his entire library. You can find him at ian-quietworld.bandcamp.com – I’ve mentioned him here before, I love his work. He claimed he just had some doubles in his storage space. I’m knocked flat by his generosity. Thank you, Ian.
It is noon and I am barely in my body. Inbox 11, which includes the first draft of the contract on one of the two pending jobs that are still alive. So I can continue to buy food and shelter for family and friends. My focus since day one of the panic has been securing enough runway to get us to the end of the year.
And now it’s an hour later and I’ve marked up and returned that contract and I’m at inbox 5 and clearly I just need all the coffee hi how are you
Today was fiddling around with two scripts, probably not more than four actual pages written but a lot of notes and thinking, and sometimes that’s just how the day goes. And some production notes, checking in with a couple of people over email, and, well, FAQ: we’re deferring production on the last two volumes of INJECTION until 2021, because corona-related business impact is going to be insurmountable for that project until the end of the year. And then we’ll blast through the whole thing in 2021.
So I’m going to leave you with this lovely record by Keith Berry as a little night music and bail out. G’night.
