Well, as of last night, the ball is officially in Ben’s court. The prose portions of the pitch are done… completely. All I have to do is letter the artwork, print it up, and have it bound. Provided I get the artwork by Friday, that should be easy.
So, what the hell do I work on now? Oh, I have a few ideas.
My 10 year high school reunion is coming up in three weeks. Who wants to guess if I’m going? My friend Joy wants me to, even offered to pay my airfare. Of course, she’s the only one I give two shits about seeing, and I still keep in touch with her, so it’s not like I have a real reason to take her offer.
Besides, why visit my hometown? So I can look around and see what’s changed? I lost any romanticism toward Aurora, Indiana long before I left. Have a co-worker talk about not knowing if her baby belongs to her husband, boyfriend, or some other guy, and you’d probably run screaming, too. Nope, nothing back there for me. My mother visits once a year and I can order Gold Star Chili online. I’m set. Maybe it would be cool to hang with Beth, Brett, and Randall, maybe Kara (never hung out with her much before), but I’m not buying a plane ticket for it.
Less than three weeks until San Diego, and my stomach is churning with excitement. It’s not getting all floppy over the idea of buying comics of pitching books or attending panels, though. It’s excited over The Fish Market. The market is home of the best seafood I’ve ever had. Severing what ever came in off the boats that day, the food is always fresh and always delicious. Just looking over their menu of possibilities has my mouth watering. I feel bad for Tess. She has to deal with Randy and me constantly raving about seafood.
Speaking of San Diego and Comic-Con, when are they going to update their website? Where’s the list of attending Pros? Exhibitors? I’m not expecting the panel schedule until next week, but a little information would be nice.
On another seafood note, try the Voodoo Tuna at Z-Tejas. It’s the best raw fish I’ve ever had.
Great. Now I’m hungry.
That’s how long I have until I leave for San Diego. The good news is that Cold is ready to go. The hunt for an artist on full-on come the 14th.
The not-so-good news that that To the Last Man still needs quite a bit of work. There’s lettering to be done and tweaking of the actual pitch. The first twenty-two pages of script are good to go, though, so that’s good. Once Friday rolls around, I’m really going to have to kick things into high gear in order to get everything done.
On the bright side, it keeps my mind off of my general excitement for the con.
David Welch over at Precocious Curmudgeon likes Drive quite a bit. So much so that he creates the perfect genre for it… Doofus Noir.
I think itâ€™s a well-executed story, and it leaves me wanting to see more of Southardâ€™s work in other types of stories.
Well, there is no news, really. There ain’t a whole fuck of a bunch going on. I finished the rewrites on the first issue of Cold and its one sheet pitch. I even emailed one of my favorite artists to ask if he might want to look at it. The odds are pretty slim; he’s a busy guy. I’m hopeful, though.
News is slowly leaking out about various Comic-Con events. They posted a schedule for the film festival yesterday. Some of my information was found on Tony Moore’s website. He’s taking part in a horror comics panel Saturday night. I’m excited about that one. Part of me is hoping “A Word is Worth a Thousand Pictures” gets mentioned. I doubt it, though. I’m still such a small deal.
In other San Diego news, I have to grab a second sketchnook. This one’s going to be non-themed, as opposed to my “THE HORROR! The Horror…” sketchbook. I’d like to get some good general sketches from Steve Rolston and Jeremy Love, while I need something good and horrific from Tony Moore. We’ll see how it goes, though. I still need to save money to pay off the Borderlands Boot Camp.
Finished a polish on the first twenty-two pages of the To The Last Man script. These are the pages that are going in the pitch, along with a cover letter, plot synopsis, and five pages of lettered art. Pretty groovy, huh? Tonight, I’m going to start working on that cover letter.
Goddammit, I hate cover letters. I need to work on something, though. I have to be free to letter when the art finally rolls in.
I sent out a few emails to publishers, trying to set up a time to come see them. The first isn’t hosting a booth this year, and the other said they can’t look at new proposals for another year or so. I really need to sit down with the Comic-Con exhibitor list (if they ever post it) and figure out who I’ll be pitching to.
Jesus. I’ve only got three weeks left.
Left to do:
Continue saving spending money
Polish and collate pitch
Buy new pants
Figure out just who the hell I’m pitching to
I hope to have some pictures from the coast soon. Once again, Shawna and I took our camera on vacation and never used it, so we’re relying on others.
All-in-all, Corpus was a great time. Woke up at dawn on Saturday to go through my shaolin-do material on the beach. I had fun staying in the condo, drinking, reading, and writing while everybody else was burned to a crisp by the angry sun god. I ate beef for the first time in six months or so on Saturday, and spent a good portion of Sunday in the bathroom because of it.
I did learn some important things about drama and family, though. I learned that, in order to keep drama to a minimum, it’s probably best for families to avoid vacations, meals, hanging out, or being within ten square miles of each other.
Oh, and for some reason I didn’t receive a voicemail my mother left on Saturday until last night. If you’re reading, Mom, I’ll call you tonight.
The good news just exploded last night. Got on email from Thomas Monteleone informing me that I was accepted for the 2006 Borderlands Horror Writers Bootcamp! Come January, I’ll be in Baltimore for a weekend learning from Coates Bateman (editor at Doubleday, Thomas Monteleone (Blood of the Lamb), Thomas Tessier (Ghost Music and Other Tales), and Jack-Freakin’-Kethcum (The Girl Next Door, Red).
How I’m gonna get through work today, I don’t know.