A bit of good news for yours truly! I've been hired to consult on the creation of a TV series pitch bible.
Apparently they saw the Guide that I wrote (over there on the side) and liked it so much they asked me to come on board and help them with theirs.
Talk about your unexpected, cool turns.
You see, I wrote 'A Newbie's Guide To Writing a TV Series Pitch Bible' because a friend of mine was asking how to go about making one. Apparently he'd been searching high and low for a template or something -- anything to help him with the project he was trying to get off the ground.
I asked around and no one I knew had any idea of where to point him, so I started writing that little guide there.
Now, it's been updated a few times since then, added more stuff as I learned it (always adding) but one thing I decided on from the get-go was that my guide would always be free.
I'd keep it open for anyone who, like my friend, went looking.
Apparently that's paid off in a rather nice way.
Anyways, I won't keep you much longer, I just thought I'd share some good news.
Here's the Daily for Chapter 24!
*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 24 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week. Warning: there will be mild spoilers and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind as you read on.
Episode #5 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 21-25) will be available on Sunday, September 12th for 99 cents CAD.
You are encouraged to offer feedback and/or interact with me as this process unfolds. I'd love to hear what you like, what you don't like and what you'd love to see more of.
Marco grabs the netbook, his bloodied hands shaking. He opens it, testing it to make sure everything works, that the signal's still strong. Satisfied, he scours the tabletop, throwing the external hard drive and the power cables into a bag. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He pulls the car keys from Frank's pants pocket and rushes from the room, not looking back as blood pools on the concrete floor.
Jamming the call button with his finger, Marco tries to catch his breath; a caustic mixture of adrenaline and exhaustion pushing him to the brink.
Images flash in his mind as the elevator arrives -- the final look on Frank's face not one of anger or sadness but understanding, acceptance. Through the bent and twisted hall he sprints out into the darkness, netbook and bag clutched to his chest, searching for the car parked nearby.
"Where are you? Where…?" His eyes light up as he spots the dented hood, rushing over to it, hopping inside. He opens the laptop beside him, watching the tiny blip on the screen as it moves. Marco starts the car, headlights illuminating the ruins of the building as he pulls away into the night.
"Shit. Shit. Fuck!!" Marco barrels down the streets, putting as much distance behind him as he can, hoping against hope to make it there before he's too late.
Eyes heavy, he turns on the radio, begging for anything to keep him awake as he crosses over onto the 101.
The sound of static fills the air as he searches through channels, hoping to find something. Spikes of low-powered community radios burst and fade on the dial as he rushes past, tiny blips of soft voices or cries for help or pop music.
After a while the 101 turns into the Bayshore Freeway and the laneways seem to open up before him. He pushes the pedal into the floor as the highway speeds past him, the ruins of flipped and crumpled tour busses pushed into the side, acting as guardrails between him and the bay.