My brain is on fire from all the Deep Thoughts bouncing around inside of it, and since the future of mankind could hang in the balance, I am in desperate need of some outside guidance.
As you know, I am highly superstitious, especially when it comes to my writing.
I fear that I will jinx projects by talking about them too early, so I write in secrecy. I really only trust one or two people to read a screenplay once the first draft has been completed. I most certainly believe in signs and the Fates.
So about an hour ago, I was on a Skype call with Matthias, the director of The Retirement Party, who would very much like to produce and direct .33 Reverse Gunther, my bank robbery screenplay.
I haven’t used Skype on my laptop since The Girl Who Moved Away vanished from my life, but everything was going well with the call.
Then we moved on to talk about a writing project which Matthias would like me undertake. It’s not screenwriting, but it is associated with the Film industry, and it would bring in income that Matthias could then put towards making Gunther.
I wasn’t exactly sold on taking the gig, but I want to be able to do a favor for Matthias when he asks. Plus, if it goes well, it would definitely push Gunther further down the yellow brick road of going into production.
As I was reading power points, and opening various websites to follow along with what Matthias was discussing, these guys showed up…
At least I think they showed up. You see, right in the middle of talking to Matthias, the laptop’s screen went blank. No amount of tapping on keys and cursing at the top of my lungs could do anything to bring it back to life.
So in my mind, that meant Robot High Command was moving forward with The Robot Apocalypse. Soon, we would all be slaves to these less adorable Machines…
Eventually, the laptop flickered to life and there was some sort of message about the device being shut down because it had gotten too hot. The text was quickly gone from the screen (The Machines don’t want us to know too much!) and replaced with a message about how a scan of the laptop’s disks was highly recommended.
And so began the waiting game as text and numbers flashed on the screen and detailed how this line of data was being removed, and how that sector was fine.
Since I had all this free time, my brain got to work. What if this wasn’t the work of Robot High Command and had absolutely nothing to do with The Robot Apocalypse?
What if this was a sign from the Fates?
Isn’t that obvious?
Anyway, I got to thinking that maybe this was a sign that this assignment wasn’t for me. I was already very iffy about it, and the fact that talking about the project and accessing files on it caused my laptop to crash seemed like a very clear message:
This is not something that I should undertake at this juncture.
A new season of The Nite Show begins next week, I’m working on a new screenplay, the blog keeps me busy, and there’s all that running on top of a full time job.
Do you see why a Modern Philosopher might need some help?
What do you think, Modern Philosophers? Was this an attack by The Machines in an attempt to unleash The Robot Apocalypse? Was it a sign from the Fates that this is not a project I should undertake at this time? Should I just ignore it all and take the job?
Thank you in advance for your input on this headache inducing situation. I’m going to take some ibuprofen now and have some supper…