26 | December | 2012 | Jack_Hawksmoor's Xanga Site

Writing - Concerning #screenwriting, 2012 wasn't that bad. Quite productive, actually. The pilot and second episode are pretty much worked out for Night Terrors, but I'm probably going to need a reader or Script Doctor to sniff out the flaws (if any--hahaha!). The crappy thing about readers: they fucking cost money. I actually do have contacts in the movie industry (some lower than others) and I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider sending them an email. "Mind taking a gander at this, please." That could take time. Script Doctors are accessible, but they require some sort of transaction. My contacts, despite them being low on the totem pole, are practically free. Of course, the main thing I need to do before either option is to register the show to the WGA and do some sort of copyright dance. It's imperative that I cover my ass because, well... out there be monsters.

- Speaking of screenwriting, I want 2013 to be the "Year of the Manager." As stated in my Who Am I post, I'm looking for someone to be my Yoda in these tough times. I'm looking for a decent and realistic collaboration, which would probably be one of those boutique places, but I'm absolutely cool with that. Smaller agencies means they spend more time with the client.

Art Contest - I was going to go on a rant about my art, or lack thereof, but I realized I'd just be another guy on the web, bitching about his craft. Sure, bitching is certainly apart of the process, but if I were to put my frustrations about that shit to words, this post would go on forever (and ever). I'll spare you, young reader... for now.

In the meantime, a few noteworthy contest have sprung up and I aim to throw my name in the hat. There's one that involves Guillermo Del Toro, so you know I have to be in that one. There's also a Dark Stalkers character design contest, which I can probably squeeze in. I certainly like the "panel of judges" aspect rather than votes from the open public. Less dickery and all that. Seriously, the open public will break your fucking heart so fast. Hahaha...

The fact that Guillermo will be browsing the submissions as a judge makes me ten shades nervous, but that just lets me know I'm doing something right. Nervous means that there's something on the line, some sort of risk is taking place. Just like going out on a date, hoping you don't get stood up or say anything stupid. That's what I go through with these contest. I want to rock her socks for that second date.

- Mentioning the rocking of socks, Warren Ellis has a 3 Panel Comic submission on his site. No deadline for this sort of thing, but he picks his favorite one out of the wave of submissions. In my eyes, it's kind of like an ongoing contest. You can imagine that I would somersault at the idea of getting my work featured on his site. Nervousness tends to kick in because... how do I entertain the old man in 3 panels, let alone tell a story? It takes a special sumbitch to kick ass within 3 panels. That's the thing I'm concerned about... more than the art, but that's another battle right there. The best thing I can do is just throw it at him and hope he's too lazy to shoot me.

See? This blog is already filling up.

Outward - Recently, I realized I'm really a fuckin' social misfit. Maybe "misfit" isn't the best word to describe it. Awkward is more like it. Maybe even just plain "fucked up." I spent many a night thinking of all sorts of words to describe it and ultimately wondering what's up with me. Three in the morning, I finally came to the obvious conclusion: I'm a bloody hermit. I'm not used to being around people and making friends. Having a career as an artist and writer makes me a solitary fucker... and it's been like that for a while. I missed the memo on certain social norms and etiquette. I wasn't out there during my high school years and I definitely didn't go through the typical college lifestyle (Note: Art School is not the best place to make friends). On the other hand, I can write the shit out of things dealing with social situations and all the like. I find that weird... strange. Anyway, I'm wired to be alone, a problem I certainly want to fix. Another goal I can stack on the queue for 2013 is to get out more. Be more social.

I'm nervous.

Music - I'm really digging Adele right now. Maybe it's just me but, when I hear people raving about a particular song or artist, I tend to assume it's Pop music. Nothing wrong with Pop, but it's not my speed. So I skipped that Adele character, avoided her like the plague. The new James Bond theme comes out and much like Peter Parker's reaction when he discovers Mary Jane for the first time, I hit the fucking jack pot.