Today I head to Beverly Hills to meet with F.J. and discuss the brilliance that is Magnus. My intention was to put some form of outline on paper but I kept changing the story in my head and never made it to the hardcopy step. We’re meeting at the infamous Elixir Tonics & Teas. Actually I have no idea if the place is infamous or not but I know for certain that I will be having an Elixir Tonic. It sounds very mad Scientist to me.
Mel and I finished Season Two last night and if Amazon does as they promised we should be back into Season Three Wednesday night.
I started a new Hero over the weekend. He only has about two hours play time.
His name is “Holy Moses” and I took the pic because “Eve” was standing right behind me and I found the moment too cute for words. Unfortunately, names don’t show up during a screenshot.
But as a team, we haven’t played in several weeks. Dean’s back on the TV show as of yesterday and Melanie has a dozen little Melanie projects underway and I haven’t exactly been sitting around twiddling my big toes. And as for poor Dark Age of Camelot, well we haven’t visited that little world in months and months. Although I’ll log multiple characters in this Friday to pay rent on our three houses.
Looks like Thunder is going to come in around 105 pages. I’ve gone through the first 90 tweaking here and there but after three or four drafts, countless brainstorming sessions and Dean’s current pass of brilliance the story and the resulting script are pretty solid. There’s really not much more to add. It’s a fantastic read. We’ll go out to agents next week.
I spoke with Whitley yesterday about Last Vamp and he came up with just the fix I was looking for. SciFi has been extremely supportive but I’d gotten a sense they weren’t blown away. They continually talked about believability. That’s a given. Not much I can do there but assure them that I will write it as logical and realistic as possible. But at the end of the day it is a story about vampires…or creatures the vampire lore has been based upon throughout history. I will make it realistic to me. That’s all that I can do. But unfortunately what might be believable to me may not be to another. Opinions vary.
Their other big note was characters. That too is a given. And although it’s always the trickiest part to nail, I’m not worried about characters.
The worrisome note came in the form of a question/suggestion which if pursued would unravel the very fabric the story was built upon. And that’s the note that has been haunting me. It’s also the note I think Whitley just found the fix for. Good man, Whit.
When all is said and done, there’s no doubt I can write the story that will hook an audience. Perhaps that’s just a writer’s arrogance talking but I’ve no doubts in that department. The trick is hooking SciFi.
Saturday night, Mel and I spent another evening with the Loreys. And this weekend it looks like we may hit the town with them while adding Jimmy and Maggie to the mix. That should be interesting. You got me, a recovering fist-fighter, and Jimmy the guy who loves to push the envelope.
Jimmy is the sort of guy who will walk up to your table while you are eating and start talking about whatever is on his mind. But don’t be fooled. Jimmy is looking for rude people and if he detects that his being there makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable then he will pull out the big guns. “What’s wrong, am I bothering you? He won’t stop. He will not be denied.
Throw Dean into the mix, who will be standing in the background provoking Jimmy to the best of his ability, and it’s not hard to see that the chances of my falling off the fist-fighting wagon are high.
Because once a year Jimmy’s mouth gets him punched and if that happens my muscle memory will take over. The end result will be Elizabeth, Maggie and Melanie bailing all three of us out of jail. Can’t wait.
Saturday night we’ll spend the evening with the Lussiers but I don’t expect a lot of fighting. Think we’re gonna hit Malibu for some fish then back to their place to watch a flick with scantily clad Japanese women fighting ghosts with swords.
Finally, Paul Hungerford is getting married. The question is, does his wife-to-be know about the chimp?
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