25-Jan-2006

A lot of you have been asking me what's going on with this WB/UPN merger, and truth is, I have no clue.  No one has a clue, no one saw it coming, but I can't help but be happy about it because it adds another chink in the armor of my theory that Les Moonves is the most powerful man on the planet.  That and it moves me closer to my dream job, staff writer on "Girlfriends."  Luckily, I am going through a "productive" phase, as opposed to a "surf the web and drool phase" or a "need my mommy" phase, so I'm not too worried about it.  Instead, I am trying to whip this pilot into shape for the agents, who asked me what I was writing next.  Now, keep in mind, they had just said "You should really delve into some original material, we think."  So I replied, "Funny you should mention it, because I'm writing a pilot."  Was I telling the truth?  No.  At least not until the next day, when brainstorming and character development commenced.  So now I've almost got it to the point where I don't think people I ask for notes will stop speaking to me.  In other words, it's not sooo embarrassingly bad.  In fact, I'm kind of starting to like it.  It's one of those things where I've had the characters in my mind for a really, really long time, and they were just sitting there, like "When the fuck are you gonna let us out to play?"  And so I did.  In a very soapy, very "I can tell this girl digs The O.C." kind of way.  Speaking of my "O.C." spec, the bosses have found out about it... in a very Hollywood way, over cocktails at their agent's holiday party, at which point they responded "That sneaky little bitch."  Ah, I love them dearly.  Now, do I shove said script in their faces as the uncertainty of our futures weighs heavily upon us, or do I get them drunk and take advantage then?