... Inspiration

Well, last night (Sat. night, July 6th) I managed to query every (reputable) agent on the WGAw roster.

Next I hit production companies who accept queries, pitches and scripts from unrepresented writers.

Gotta keep persisting.

My next short story is practically written (gotta love Sony's mini digital voice recorder... 4GB... USB port to dump your memos onto your computer as MP3s... too awesome...).

Today, I fully intended to send more queries, but my self-esteem and nerves have been under too much duress from all this fucking rejection... So I woke, ran my miles, played Splatterhouse 3 for a bit, had dinner with my pal of 20 years, Henry Mitchell (steak at Tucker's in Soulard... a tradition with us) then desert at Ted Drewe's with my buddy David Minnihan (at this point I was just procrastinating).

Now I am home... finally ordering up on Amazon VOD America Mary (love me some Katharine Isabelle... so far it's pretty rad).

Tomorrow, hopefully, I will submit some.

However, I've decided that when I write my next short story I will not let Pandora (via Roku, through my T.V.) blare classical music (Vivaldi, Beethoven, Giovanni Meali, etc.)... I will let Vincent Price read me Edgar Allan Poe.

There's is nothing sweeter to my ears, seriously.

Here is a link where you can download (for free) a oceanic catalog of old time radio Price programs on MP3: http://www.vincentprice.org/audio/audio.html

I wrote my 3rd novel (The Work) while listening to a 3-CD set of Burrough's reading Naked Lunch and I think that book (my book) turned out pretty good.

We'll see how this turns out.