Freakend

First, an update. I have not been blogging as much as of late. There are several reasons for this. First and foremost, I've been under extreme duress as far as my professional writing goes. Specifically - I'm an artist. As an artist, I can't really be expected to simply churn out work to please the time constraints of others. If I get declined by a sweet chippie and hit a blue period for two weeks, then my work suffers for two weeks. Big deal.

There is literally nothing I can do about this, yet studio executives do not seem to agree. If I had wanted a 9-5 job, I'd have stayed on full time in the UK as a financial analyst. I need more than that, ladies (gentlemen too, although I don't really care what you all think). I need more. I'm not the type of puppy who can just go along with being told what to do. Those years are past me. In my early to mid twenties, I could have put up with such rough treatment, despite my value add to the company. But no more. No more shall I be made to feel as if my work is anything less than the prize that it is.

So, due to these external demands, I've lost a screenplay contract. This just goes to show how much chicanery and utter bullshit is involved with Hollywood talent agents. They all want to be your friend, they'll offer to clean up your poop, bring you chewies, and I'd assume even in some cases (you can tell, they act effeminate from fifty paces) lick you when you're too tired to lick anymore. It's disgusting, it really is. While I consider myself a purist, and try to shy away from using agents and their representation to push my screenplays, there are times when I have to, if for no other reason than they have contacts that I don't.

So, there's my first reason. It's hard. I want to update this site more often, I really do. I have a constant stream of ideas bubbling out of my tiny furry head, I just don't often find the time, or am simply frustrated with the practice of writing, to update as much as I'd like.

Now, my second issue: My Cousin Pedro. Now, I mean, Christ, look at him. Does he look like anything other than a distraction? This is from last Saturday. My Nemesis's sister and brother in law were in town. I have met them before, and in fact nearly seduced his sister once, read an earlier entry for a synopsis of that night. So, we go out and hit the town hard on Thursday (some Irish folk holiday devoted to, as far as I can tell, Irish beer (yuck) and whiskey (better)) and I take them out for a really nice meal on Friday. Saturday night we all decide to just stay in, listen to some music, and hang out around the house. Fucking Pedro shows up at 12:30am, all dressed up, coked out of his mind, and starts yammering about how we're all going to The Evil Olive, because he knows the bouncer working and says we can all get in for free, and get cheap drinks. Now, I KNOW he's full of crap, but I play along, if only to placate him enough so he leaves My Master, Nemesis, and his sister and brother in law alone.

We end up getting back at 5am. My head still hurts. I slept all day today, and although I went into work with My Master today, I'm still planning a day of heavy sleeping.

So...I don't update as often as would be ideal, and I'm catching flack for being "late" with my screenplays. As long as this guy is in my life, I think I'm going to have to get used to this. He's family, and I'm Mexican, there's nothing I can do.