Some days were never meant to wake up. They should just throw the covers back over their heads and sleep until 10. Today was one of those days, which is why I slept until almost 9. I’ve developed a new and superhuman habit of waking up at a fairly regular time of about 8AM, give or take ten minutes. And by superhuman, I mean everyone in the freaking world can do it, but since I find it extraordinary, I will consider myself one of the ubermensch. Not that I have a trace of German in my blood. It’s just lack of sleep that makes me talk crazy. On to the news of the day.
To date, I have sold less than ten copies of Red State on DVD. This is troublesome on a number of levels, including one that rivals President Bush’s fiduciary nincompoopery. To wit, I have achieved a state of mercantile imbalance, whereby my earnings have no chance of topping my production costs. Now, I’m no MBA, but it strikes me that this is a particularly unenviable position. Moreover, as I understand it, it takes someone of unparalleled moronic disposition to fail to account for various cost factors such as raw materials.
The tally of my financial ruin is thankfully less than triple digits…but not by much. In truth, I’m a bit more altruistic than I let on. My fondest hope is that purchasers of the DVD will find it to be an enjoyable and entertaining product (I refuse to say “experience”–it’s a DVD, not an experience!), with enough value to warrant a few laughs and chuckles throughout. I put a lot of effort into the DVD, and I think it shows. It’s a damn fine piece of work, if I may say so myself, and that’s after accounting for the gaffs, miscues, and sloppiness on my part during DVD development (I somehow lost an entire interview with my roommate Tim Fescoe for the Voiceover Featurette).
The movie is pretty good too. The Director Commentary is not one of my finest, I will admit, but it was my 3^rd attempt at recording it. It just wasn’t meant to be a very successful DC. But it’s there. With 50% less “Um’s!”
On the writing side, I’ve been formulating Book 2 of The Cold Goodbye. I’ve got a fantastic opening that should make the ending of Book 1 seem like the prologue to a children’s story. It’s explosive, sexy, and salient. Strangely silent too, though I’ll let you guess as to what that might mean.
I was considering entering my book into the Lulu Blooker Contest. Those who have read it might like to comment at this point. I’m waiting for wailing and gnashing of teeth and cries for mercy. If I don’t hear anything, I won’t enter. If I do and the suggestions are polite but firmly in the negative, I also won’t do it. So the onus is on you, my friends. But this is one situation where apathy will only help you!
Unless you liked the book. I take compliments well.