Back to crass self-promotion

I had a pretty good week.

First there was the Winner Take All Screenwriting Competition. I won. All.

Not sure all of what, but so far I've gotten two books and a really swell trophy and apparently there's more to come.

Then there's the Masters of Color Photography International Color Awards. I won First Prize in the Nature category, Third Prize in the Fine Art category and this one's so cool it deserves its own paragraph...

Photographer of the Year.

I like the sound of that. Photographer of the Year. Wow.

There's going to be a book (with seven of my shots in it, thank you very much), an exhibition in Brazil, and gallons of expensive champagne--which knowing me, I'll pour into one of those snazzy camera filters I invented and shoot through.

I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but isnt that just damn neat?

Besides, I've won lots of screenwriting awards. Thirty-one, so far, not even counting all the film festival awards I won for films I wrote and directed.

Which isn't to say I haven't won plenty of photography awards. Last year I was Apple Computer's featured artist. And I won First Place, Third Place, and twelve honorable mentions in the International Photography Awards.

Kind of makes you wonder, though, doesn't it? I mean, seriously, what's really more impressive?

Here's one way to look at it: A picture's worth a thousand words; my liquid filtration photography portfolio has 36 pictures. That comes to the equivalent of 36,000 words, which is just about 50% more than what an average screenplay runs.

Then again, I've written five other screenplays.

But I also have two other photographic portfolios.

This is getting too complicated.