Bat Out of Hell

Word on the street—unconfirmed, nebulous—is that there's some real progress with the negotiations, which restarted on Monday. There's chatter about a new contract that could potentially happen by Christmas. My feelings?

PANIC.

I've got to have some new product ready before this shit clears up. I've been pulling my hair out trying to knock some sense into an old horror script that I wrote back in college. It was a script that actually got a lot of good notice back then, in school.

But school is out. And over a decade later, I've been trying to fix big issues with it that are all too clear to me now. I have been having a bitch of a time with it: getting my head into its game, sorting through its many complications.

So...

... I'm going to put it aside and power through a brand new script that I've been tinkering with for weeks. Something a lot simpler. Something I think I can hammer out on a faster clock.

No time for love, Dr. Jones. I've got to move fast.

Everything is riding on the next few weeks...