Sometimes you've got to be brave.
So my big decision is..... no.
If I'd known the drafting schedule was going to be nigh impossible, I wouldn't have signed up to do the project, and as the schedule has become nigh impossible for no good production reason, do I really want to put myself through hell to come up with a piece of work that will only be half as good as I could make it just because the original schedule was allowed to slip... and slip... and slip?
So I said no thank you. I've had enough. The brave bit is that saying no means turning my back on a silly amount of cash and maybe burning a few bridges, but amazingly, I find there are more important things.
Who'd have thunk? Family and sanity matter. A liberating discovery.
The blow is however cushioned by thoughts of the next projects, which include a really rather exciting - and Top Secret* - series, and TIME, blessed, precious, golden TIME.
Reading! Watching! Soaking stuff in! Thinking (or not-thinking, which is apparently more useful)! Maybe even coming up with those series ideas I get asked for, and respond to with an awkward "time..busy...mmph...not sure...quite like...don't really know...time...never mind..." type mumble.
Drinking coffee! Being outside! Idly wandering through the stationery shops of my dreams! Propelling pencils! Notebooks bound in waterproof leather with vellum pages! Felt tips!
Share my fetishistic joy...
*No. Sorry. Absolutely not. If I breathe a word my tongue will be wound from my head with a barbed wire roller.
UPDATE:
It's just occurred to me; I rejected them...
A writer?
Did the rejecting?
How cool...?
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First things first; as I said before, if you have any spare work going......? Waste not, want not as they say. You could have subcontracted it out to me for half the fee ;-)
Second; Top Secret...stop teasing us.
Thirdly; You're one of those blokes I see when I go to Staples, aren't you? The ones in the dirty macks acting shifty down the pen aisle.
Writers rejecting??? That is f***ing cool actually. Danny Stack may just be usurped as the wordmaster round here...
...No, sorry, Danny! You the man, I didn't mean it! Put the chainsaw away...!!
*Scream, blood spurts*
Only just discovered your blog, Mark, good stuff - I'm all ears, (or should that be all eyes?)
Question - Fascinated by your blogs, I went to your archives to get fully up to speed and found only two months worth: September and October. The early September blogs appear to announce that you're new to blogging, judging by the comments welcoming you, so okay. But...
This puzzled me as your profile says, blogging since July 2004.
So, what gives with the archives?
If you get a notebook that sexy, you'll never write anything in it but hard-core pornography.
Much Kudos, Mark.
It wasn't Kudos was it?
I reckon you've done yourself a lot more good than harm. And a lot of other writers as well.
Where do these people on salaries get off thinking they can mess around with people who actually need to plan out how they are going to make a living?
Next time when they are dancing their producer dance they might remember that the band leader has a home to go to.
Cheers, E. Dave - not Kudos; Kudos EPs are great!
...and yes dc, I probably was that man fondling a pentel or two in the pencil corner. See how the lead slides in and out of the barrel...
Gives me shivers just thinking about it. I may need to visit Rymans.
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