Still no end to this block o'mine. I've been biding my time between reworking older material and reading Kundera's novels. And no, it's not an end to a block if you rework older material. If you can't come up with anything new, it's a block. So far I've taken to redoing SLOPPY KNOCKS AND DAGGERS and I AM A SONG ABOUT LOVE, hoping I got them right this time.

I hope this impending movie deal doesn't have anything to do with the block. That would suck for future reference. If it is, it's a good thing I have so much material in my backstock.

Entitled Entertainment will be getting back to me soon regarding my meeting with Savage Steve Holland. Any suggestions as to where we might eat?

And so I return from my lunch at the Tribeca Grill with the people from Entitled Entertainment and have good things to report. The roasted free range chicken was excellent. Very tender, wonderful herbs and spices added to it, for a nummy experience indeed.

In other news, I would have had desert, but everything on the dessert menu seemed to have something called "Raw Cow's Milk" in it, so I passed.

Oh, and I enjoyed a good talk with the members of Entitled Entertainment and found that I could have not hoped for a better group to hook up with to get WELL DONE, PEAR DANUBE! made. Their vision of the movie is the same as mine, their understanding of how the humor works and how it is to be presented is obvious, and there is a great background of theatre in their core, which means that they have a good amount of respect for the writer. And that's... pretty much all I ever asked for.They even thought my dream casting of it was a great idea. Imagine if you will with me for a moment...

WELL DONE, PEAR DANUBE!

Directed by Savage Steve Holland!

Starring Gary Oldman as Pear Danube!

Also starring Tim Roth as Poopy!

Written by... that guy... three words... rhymes with felch...

I know it's a pipe dream, but things went so well, I feel as if I can indulge in a bit of a fantasy life, don't you think? Other than the fantasy life in which I am a pirate and pretty wenches are covering me with syrup and parrots and...

Ahem.

The next step is to sign the contract, I suppose, and then meet with Savage Steve Holland, complimenting his parents on giving him such a roguish first name.

Stay tuned.

I seem to be in the midst of a writer's block. Huh. I thought perhaps a break would do me good since it feels as if I've been writing non-stop for two years but... now that I've stopped, I have no idea what to do with myself. If anyone has any suggestions for what I should write next, feel free to drop an email.

Seven more days 'til that Hollywood meeting, and the question still lingers... what exactly am I supposed to wear? I suppose my quaint little garb that causes homeless fresh-out-of-prison Bostonians to hug me because they think I'm one of their own won't do. Perhaps I could pull it off if I wore sandals? Like suggesting, "I live here, but my heart is in San Francisco?"

I also will be having a meeting with the good folks at Unartistically Frustrated regarding END CALIGULA. I'm thinking something more casual. Not immediately threatening... just the basics. Possibly something "beer commerical," stressing earth tones.

Please feel free to email me suggestions.

AH! FINALLY! SOME PRESS!

This just in from the Boston Herald...

Much thanks again to the Mill 6 gang for bringing THE TROJAN WHORE to life.

And in other news... now available through Borders...

EARL THE VAMPIRE!

For serious. You can now walk into any Borders and say, "Excuse me, my good man, I would like to order a copy of Sean Michael Welch's EARL THE VAMPIRE, toot sweet! In seven days or less if possible! And a cuppacino, if I indeed spelled it correctly! So there!"

I even got my very own BINC number. I am officially now 7958474. Get that bar code ready! I want it tattooed on my right buttock, if you please!

Thanks to my Sales Manager Scott Marcus for getting the ball rolling on this one... and embellishing as much as he did.

I have just returned from Boston from seeing THE TROJAN WHORE for the first time. Thanks to Jon O'Brien and the Mill 6 gang for putting on a great show. It never ceases to amaze me to see how things work on stage as opposed to just reading them. It's kind of like filling in the emotional blanks.

And once again... very little press interest.

But, hey! When the press hands you lemons you should... probably shop at a different grocery store.

My very first Hollywood meeting will occur on April 27th. I have been advised to wear something appropriate. I'm not sure what they mean other than, "Wear something other than what you would ordinarily wear." I think that may mean chiffon. In which case, I don't have any. Would anyone mind letting me borrow some?

I will be attending a performance of THE TROJAN WHORE this Saturday in Boston. I get very, very NERVOUS about things like this (as well you may know). Until I hear that initial laugh, I'm all jitters and such... my face swells up balloon size and starts itching, my throat constricts, I get nauseas...

No, wait, that's when I get stung by a bee. But it's similar. Possibly not as much swelling. Nothing terribly noticable.