Karmic Gingers: UPDATE

Karmic Gingers is in the semi-finals! Check it out at http://storyboardtv.com/

xoxoChilly

Karmic Gingers

Check out my latest TV Pilot script in the StoryboardTV competition!

http://storyboardtv.com/script/399

Karmic Gingers
Hitler, Marie Antoinette, Rasputin, and Mother Teresa have been reincarnated as the lowest and most segregated form of human existence - GINGERS!

Halloween Art!

Guess what we went as for Halloween :)

xoxChilly

I had a Baby (again!)

Looking at this page I can see I haven't posted since January. That's fitting seeing as in January I gave birth to my second child Sloan Ruby Morrison. Thought it would be fitting to restart my regular posting by putting up a drawing of Miss Sloan.

I have been working on writing including a new Project Tango show bible, but unfortunately I can't post that kind of stuff on my blog. Oh, well. Expect new art soon!

xoxoChilly

NYC Script Reading

As Infinite Wishes is one of the three FINALISTS in StoryboardTV's pilot contest, a portion of it was read at a Live Industry Reading in New York City last Friday night. Check out youtube for video:

Part I http://www.youtube.com/storyboardtvchannel#p/u/2/taEo-ERAWCM

Part II http://www.youtube.com/storyboardtvchannel#p/u/1/OQb1gG7LJtw

Or head on over to StoryboardTV to read the full script http://storyboardtv.com/script/164

xoxoChilly

Infinite Wishes

I've got another script in the StoryboardTV pilot competition. Please check out Infinite Wishes

http://storyboardtv.com/script/164

Underachiever Aaron figures out how to get infinite wishes despite the “no wishing for more wishes” rule. Just wish for infinite Genies and get endless chances for a better life.

xoxoChilly

Last Chance for May

I just noticed it's the last day of May and seeing as I've yet to a go a month without finding something to post, I thought I better get on it. Here is an excerpt from my on-going Doc Saga which I write sporadically whenever mood and time line up. I think this part can stand alone.

xoxoChilly

Salt in the Wounds

I could dial her number in the dark.

“Hey, I’m too busy to pick up right now. Probably off doing something cool. Maybe fighting terrorists or something. Anyway, leave a message!” And then the inevitable, “The mail box belonging to Doc is full.”

Over the past couple days, dialing her number had become a compulsive act. I knew exactly how many rings it took for voicemail to pick up. So well I didn’t count anymore. I could just feel the correct length of time.

As soon as I hit end, my fingers started itching to dial again. It was ridiculous and I knew it. Every time I dialed I became less and less sure of what I would say if she did pick up. No, it wasn’t for me to say anything. What needed to be said, she had to say.

My phone rang. My heart leapt. I looked at the call ID and my heart stopped. The number displayed was meaningless to me.

“Hello?” I said, hoping it was a telemarketer I could let out some of my aggression on.

“Hi,” said Laura’s voice. “Why didn’t you pick up before?”

“I didn’t recognize the number.” When had I given her my number? She’d asked me out through Chance. It’s not like we’d spoken on the phone before. “I’m sorry,” I added for good measure.

“I think we should talk about what happened the other night.”