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A few things have happened in the last couple of days, but the thought of writing them down just tires me out, so I'll be brief.
I don't remember much about Tuesday, except that I exercised and worked my ass off to finish up the latest Marvel Masterworks job. It's a good thing I did, because on Wednesday I ended up spending more time than I expected in a meeting with the art director on The Dark, who turns out not to have a project lined up for me but wanted to meet with me to discuss possible future work, including whether I might be willing to submit concepts for comic stories, work with concept people to develop/tighten up scripts, do editorial, etc. It was an interesting conversation and opened up some new doorways I hadn't expected, but I was a bit disappointed to be coming away without something definite lined up. Nevertheless, the art director, whose first name is Greg, encouraged me to get in touch with him in a week or so (once principle photography has wrapped on The Dark) to meet to discuss the concepts I mentioned I could come up with. He lives only a couple of blocks away from me, so Bar Italia, a cafe at the corner of my own street, is the perfect meeting place.
Then off to DBT, where they were surprised to see me because I'd called on Tuesday so say I couldn't make it because of work commitments. Meh. But I brought cookies, so they forgave me.
Then an couple of hours of chat on AIM, some exercise, and I finished the evening by watching Team America, which is one strange and twisted movie.
Slept late today, and am contemplating going to the library to pick up an exercise tape; I lent all but one of my personal collection to a friend to cross-tape, and find myself getting a bit bored with the one DVD I have left. It would be a short trip, but my whole body is aching with depression and I'm not sure I can get up the energy. Tomorrow, at least, I will have to go out, to deposit money into the bank to pay the rent.
Tonight, I have to juggle more AIM chat (promised to some DegSep players) with doing Marvel Masterworks corrections. I just wish I could shake this miserable feeling that seems to be permeating everything I see, say, or do.
I don't remember much about Tuesday, except that I exercised and worked my ass off to finish up the latest Marvel Masterworks job. It's a good thing I did, because on Wednesday I ended up spending more time than I expected in a meeting with the art director on The Dark, who turns out not to have a project lined up for me but wanted to meet with me to discuss possible future work, including whether I might be willing to submit concepts for comic stories, work with concept people to develop/tighten up scripts, do editorial, etc. It was an interesting conversation and opened up some new doorways I hadn't expected, but I was a bit disappointed to be coming away without something definite lined up. Nevertheless, the art director, whose first name is Greg, encouraged me to get in touch with him in a week or so (once principle photography has wrapped on The Dark) to meet to discuss the concepts I mentioned I could come up with. He lives only a couple of blocks away from me, so Bar Italia, a cafe at the corner of my own street, is the perfect meeting place.
Then off to DBT, where they were surprised to see me because I'd called on Tuesday so say I couldn't make it because of work commitments. Meh. But I brought cookies, so they forgave me.
Then an couple of hours of chat on AIM, some exercise, and I finished the evening by watching Team America, which is one strange and twisted movie.
Slept late today, and am contemplating going to the library to pick up an exercise tape; I lent all but one of my personal collection to a friend to cross-tape, and find myself getting a bit bored with the one DVD I have left. It would be a short trip, but my whole body is aching with depression and I'm not sure I can get up the energy. Tomorrow, at least, I will have to go out, to deposit money into the bank to pay the rent.
Tonight, I have to juggle more AIM chat (promised to some DegSep players) with doing Marvel Masterworks corrections. I just wish I could shake this miserable feeling that seems to be permeating everything I see, say, or do.
