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My most recently completed feature-length screenplay, A Darkling Plane , has been chosen as a Quarter-finalist in the first round of contests it was submitted to. In particular, the American Screenwriting Competition, sponsored by Hollywood Scriptwriter Magazine and Flat Shoe Entertainment. It represents the top 5% of those screenplays submitted. Now, this is very early indeed, and the likelihood that it will progress is very slim, particularly since this was the original draft. However, it is rare that Quarterifinalists are "published," even online, and because it has been published, online, it makes for an excellent addition to my resume, joining Intelligence, Blaring Static, and Occult Blood amongst those scripts of mine that have received some recognition. Wish me luck, and here's the website. American Screenwriting Competition Quarter-finalists.

Should you live your whole life, even twice, and do nothing else, you need never hear the same song twice, you need never read the same sentence again, nor view the same picture or painting for more than a moment, and neither film nor play nor episode nor even joke need ever be repeated to you: for you will not run out. Life is so very full.

I wrote an e-mail to inquire about the progress of the selection process on my LA internship. I received the following response: I apologize for not getting back to you. The process has indeed been delayed. Everything is up in the air. As of right now, I'm not sure when we will have our new intern start. It might not be until after the Holiday. I will keep you updated. Thank you for your interest and persistence. Jennifer Graff Niad Management 3465 Coy Drive Sherman Oaks, CA 91423 So, I'm taking visitors until January. I probably won't be sleeping much until then, so it's the perfect chance to bid Wilder good-bye, before he heads to Los Angeles in January, as the plan had always been.

My month away has come to a close. The sad part is, it was freezing out west. Blistering, wind-burning cold. On my drive across the Mojave mountain pass, between Vegas and LA, I was trapped in snow. I-15 was closed off, with me on it, first at Primm, at the state line, and later at Barstow. A four hour drive became 18 hours, stranded in a snow-covered desert. Quite an experience, but I made it to the interview on time. Now, I'm in an oddly unpleasant place between boredom and anxiety. I don't know whether to pull for or wish against the internship off Mulholand drive, where the girl wore a Grover tee-shirt. Winning it would mean a long-awaited step toward a career, a step away from Christmas decorations, skin biopsies, and patient charts, but it would also mean a sudden and too-expensive relocation to Los Angeles. As in - Thursday. Losing the internship would mean incredible disappointment and self-doubt, and a future without any direction, and still, an expensiv