The Shadow One
10-16-2005, 23:30
This is just a general announcement explaining my absence the last few weeks.
As some of you know, I went to certain internationally-renowned Roman Catholic University in the heart of Indiana. I studied English and Philosphy. Afterwards, because of a lack of anything better to do, I went to law school.
Then I lived off my parents.
Meanwhile, I've been writing -- submitting stuff to magazines, film studios, television production companies, etc. I have a pile of rejections that would choke a large horse and its companion farmer.
Eventually, I took a job making e-training for a company here in Indiana. It wasn't really what I wanted, but it was the best I could do at the time.
Shortly before I was asked to be the AM for this group, I received a call from a film company in Seattle, Washington (associated with Public Television). They needed a writer and they had read one of my scripts. Would I be interested in interviewing with them?
Hah! I couldn't get on the plane fast enough.
The first interview, frankly, didn't go well. They couldn't seem to get past the fact that I was a lawyer and not practicing law. Defeated, I didn't say anything to anyone about it. Why broadcast your failures, right?
Then, about 12 days ago, I got another call asking me back for a second interview only -- get this -- the interview is to take place in Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah. Seriously. So, I jump another plane and then drive -- I kid you not -- four hours to one of the most beautiful spots on the planet to interview with the president and chief production assistant of the company.
Somehow, I had the impression that I would be competing with three or four others. But when I arrived, I was the only one there.
An offer of employment was extended, contingent upon me working with a film crew for two days (and getting their approval, of course). I loved every minute of it and I guess they loved me, 'cause I walked away with a new job -- as an assistant writer for this film company.
So the tow-haired kid from the cornfields of Indiana is moving to Seattle, Washington. I have a month to (1) find a place to live in Seattle, (2) review three or four project scopes that they (the film company) wants me to start on right away, (3) finish up loose ends at my present job, and (4) give away all my stuff -- I believe in traveling light.
You may not see me around here much until mid-November. I apologize for the inconvience this causes anyone.
As some of you know, I went to certain internationally-renowned Roman Catholic University in the heart of Indiana. I studied English and Philosphy. Afterwards, because of a lack of anything better to do, I went to law school.
Then I lived off my parents.
Meanwhile, I've been writing -- submitting stuff to magazines, film studios, television production companies, etc. I have a pile of rejections that would choke a large horse and its companion farmer.
Eventually, I took a job making e-training for a company here in Indiana. It wasn't really what I wanted, but it was the best I could do at the time.
Shortly before I was asked to be the AM for this group, I received a call from a film company in Seattle, Washington (associated with Public Television). They needed a writer and they had read one of my scripts. Would I be interested in interviewing with them?
Hah! I couldn't get on the plane fast enough.
The first interview, frankly, didn't go well. They couldn't seem to get past the fact that I was a lawyer and not practicing law. Defeated, I didn't say anything to anyone about it. Why broadcast your failures, right?
Then, about 12 days ago, I got another call asking me back for a second interview only -- get this -- the interview is to take place in Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah. Seriously. So, I jump another plane and then drive -- I kid you not -- four hours to one of the most beautiful spots on the planet to interview with the president and chief production assistant of the company.
Somehow, I had the impression that I would be competing with three or four others. But when I arrived, I was the only one there.
An offer of employment was extended, contingent upon me working with a film crew for two days (and getting their approval, of course). I loved every minute of it and I guess they loved me, 'cause I walked away with a new job -- as an assistant writer for this film company.
So the tow-haired kid from the cornfields of Indiana is moving to Seattle, Washington. I have a month to (1) find a place to live in Seattle, (2) review three or four project scopes that they (the film company) wants me to start on right away, (3) finish up loose ends at my present job, and (4) give away all my stuff -- I believe in traveling light.
You may not see me around here much until mid-November. I apologize for the inconvience this causes anyone.