Words I have to say
Alright, alright, alright.
Much happened near the end of May, and it's been...alright. Alright? Alright...
Being accepted by Imposter is very, very awesome. I've been published before, but this is the first time in a while that someone else has said "Hey, this is good enough for us." Anyone that knows me knows I'm not short on confidence in my writing...but there are only so many times you can strain the clout you have with yourself. Definitely removes the sense of "sniffing my own farts" from my day-to-day.
I wanted to slay NYC Midnight. As in win with no prisoners, not, you know, actual violence. To be in the top third with only my second real screenplay ever written is...I don't know, alright? I need more punches to the face and gut for feedback. I want to get better and write for audiences while retaining my own voice, yet somehow resonating with the general public while being funny and dramatic and heartfelt--
--and save Mr. Johnson from the bank people trying to steal his home!
I'm fine. It's alright. It's all always alright.
I'm going to submit about 4 more this month, it's looking like. Whether those are competitions or submissions, time will tell. Regardless, I'm clipping through my old ideas list fairly steadily, I'm receiving some light success, I'm pushing ahead on 3 freaking comic book ideas! I'm feeling the motion of the ocean at my back.
So I'll just shut up, get a good night's sleep, and say that everything is going...