Oh yeah: I've got one of those website things. Who knew.

The problem of course is that there are two kinds of day I can ever have: the kind where nothing at all happens, and bothering to write a What's New about nothing happening sounds like spreading the boring element, and the kind where there's enough happening that I lack the time/forget to write a What's New.

Technically, this time, it's that a lot was happening, and then I forgot to pull the What's New I wrote into my phone up to the computer to post online. Whatever that was about, it probably wasn't important.

So, yeah: there's stuff; I just haven't been talking about it much.

For one thing, we've been talking more about the film. For those who just got here: I wrote a novel last year as something of a literary specscript thing, because this other novel I'd written, in 2004, would be a fairly major film; so I did this other thing last year as something easy to film in the meantime. The irony I suppose is that the big huge massive thing would be a zombiefilm, which is what most people do as a throwaway before they're allowed to make the sort of thing I wrote last year instead. So, either Lurkers is really simple, or Paroxysm is impossibly complex. Or both.

So we're doing Lurkers. They tell me. Which of course I know because, being something of an idiot, I retained creative control over the project. So far, that mostly means no one can do anything without calling, EMailing, or otherwise stalking me and bringing me in IRL to look at...stuff. Though I did inject one neat idea, since I've got this band thing; Deophagy should be doing a song for the credits at the end. It's a cover, and you know the song; but it's something of a spoiler alert sorta thing, maybe; I'm not sure mentioning it is the best idea. Also, I'm not sure we've yet got the mechanical rights to cover it; that's up to people who aren't me to put together.

Kinda hope it works out though. Since I'm on the piano, I've been molesting this song into a workable standalone instrumental thing which'll probably seep in here and there during the rest of the film [at least, the parts not in the restaurant, which can't be much of anything but the XM feed]; I've pretty much got it working so that it sounds like a thematic sort of tune, but isn't immediately obviously the thing we're covering.

That'll make more sense later, supposing it all works out.

If it doesn't work out, of course, I've got an exit strategy. Like, if nothing works out. I'm not into faith: until the thing's shot and edited and in the cinema down the street behind a 27*40" poster, I'm not really buying that this is happening. Because nothing ever goes right anyway. And, probably, my stoic, meaningless nonreaction to anything might get people trying to convince me of things to expand the size of any given fish toward infinity in the hopes that I might eventually blink or something. I dunno. People are weird.

But that's cool. The novel being something of a specscript based in part on the original, in 1998, but based also on the unfortunate instance of Hutch, who tried expanding a fish to infinity...as I see it, I've already won. Stupid things happened; ten years later I wrote a book; people buy the book and like it; I win. Now people wanna film the book. And, if that's just Hutch2.0, then who cares: there'll probably be another book, this time more about an underachieving novelist dealing with Hollywood, or something. It sounds like something I'd do.

So far, it's not something I'm concerned about. Everything seems to be working out, and people are putting real effort into keeping things working. It's all probably normal; I was just dumb enough to tell everyone to keep me in the loop, which leads to EMails letting me know that someone's gone out and bought some staples and is that okay.

But, since, apart from evident efforts everywhere in this, I'm mostly dealing with various promises and assurances, I'm not really into retweeting promises and assurances without reminding whoever listens to me that I can't really guess whether this is going anywhere. Except for the ways in which I can. Which is the whole exit strategy thing. Total worstcase, there'll probably be an unrelated sequel about Hutch2.0; that works too.

Less worstcase, the film gets made and sucks. And no one sees it. And it functionally goes directly to disc. And no one buys that because it's already a .torrent. And I EMail Mike Nelson and we set up a slamfest through RiffTrax.com. Because, yeah: I'd totally do that; I'm not actually hypocritical; if I write something, I can probably find more things wrong with it after the fact than anyone can.

Less worstcase than that, it all works out. And I still EMail Nelson, because I just like heckling things. Kinda why I wrote the book in the first place, really. But, also, the film gets made properly and opens on a few thousand screens and everyone's happy for a few months until I slam it to hell through RiffTrax.com. Because that's pretty much the only reason I do anything, ever.

Damn. Just thought of a really funny shirt, which can't actually be made. Still, here you go:

twitter.com: the RecycleBin of the twenty-first century.

I dunno. Hunter mentioned something the other night about something being in ultraviolet because humans can't see it but other animals can; my first thought was big deal; being colourblind, I can't even see regular violet. So, don't feel too bad about only seeing seven colours in a rainbow; I can barely see rainbows at all.

I guess that's kinda the news, then. I'm gonna go hide somewhere for a while, so I don't have to hear about it next time someone buys more paperclips.

More later....

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