Rumours of my demise have, as ever, been greatly exaggerated. I have not, as Snickers kindly suggests, resorted to chicken commercials - although Punk is, indeed, as flatulent as ever.
The last week was a marathon cycle of seventeen hour studio sessions, regularly ending at 2.30 am, only to resume at 9 am the same day. Without my toe hold in the future, as represented by my morning joggles, this would have been unendurable. The indian summer continues, and twenty days in, I have yet to complete the torture circuit in anything other than brilliant sunshine.
As a result of these long nights, the new King Crimson album, called the Power to Believe, finally presented itself at 2.30 am on September 21st – a significant date, as it was the chosen deadline for the new future of DGM.
In exact keeping with that new future, Donbledore, Punk and I have completed Phase One of the Vicar Chronicles. Our achievements to date are two books and a screenplay. We now wait for the appropriate partners for Phase Two to present themselves. I am excited by the fact that some of these partners will need to bring their chequebooks to the meetings.
Dr Unnecessary Phd, is convinced those partners do not lie in the US – I quote from his recent assessment of my screenplay.
Sir.
It is trite in places, Clunky in others, downright insulting in more places than one. It is sickly cute, self-absorbed, capricious in a redundant sort of way, puerile, and often just plain irritating. This "script" of yours will indeed never make it on American television. Congratulations!
Simply put, It rocks. It rocks damn hard.
I'm ashamed to say it, but I could never had put that together. Not for all the Earl Grey in Outer Mongolia.
Only the Best,
Dr. Unnecessary PhD
PS Go with the first Valid Production Company to express joy over the present draft of the script...they'll be the right one for it.
"Quiet is the absence of sound, silence the presence of silence."
