Busy, Busy, Busy

A fairly productive day.

If there’s nothing of interest or stimulating intellectualism to report, it’s because there’s just a bunch o’ stuff to do. The mini-series is, for the most part, done. All the episodes have been written, so now the only thing left to do is attend a reading tomorrow where all the actors will finally get their hands on the script and see what we’ve done t0-… sorry, with them. I also had a talk with the guys at the studio that are currently in production on their animated series and they want to see a script out of me by Monday, which, concidentally, is when I’m supposed to submit an outline for a documentary, and possibly hand in an article or two for GameAxis.

On top of this, there is the Wife’s big thing.

It would seem in Singapore that there is a belief that there are only two kinds of visual artists; the Artist, and the Graphic Designer. The Wife has gotten into conversations where she’s mentioned she’s an illustrator and people have NO idea what she’s talking about. Then she says that she draws pictures, and the person she’s speaking to says, “Oh, so you’re an artist.” Then she says no, because it’s not artwork that appears in galleries, it’s stuff that goes in companies and magazines, and they say, “OH! So you’re a graphic designer!” and she has to explain that graphic designers don’t do pictures specifically, and it’s usually at this point the conversation breaks down completely and she’s left with an intense desire to find a large, heavy dictionary, preferably made of gold brick, and hurl it at whoever she’ s speaking to with the page open to “I”.

The result is, she got fed up and since there’s an exhibition of design going on in Singapore, she threw her hat in and proposed to the governing body of the exhibition that they should have something about professional illustrators since it seems that most people in Singapore are unaware the occupation exists. They thought this was a fine idea, and now she’s going nuts trying to keep it running smoothly for the big debut at the end of November.

So I am organizing stuff for her, since I can’t draw to save my life, and have thus contributed by writing artist’s bios (Artists don’t like to write, it would appear) and create forms with lists of artwork and such for the organizers to refer to.

Which is what I should be doing now, and so I will.