6-Mar-2006

Mom and Dad have left, it's raining, and the coffee at the office has long since gotten cold.  That being said, I can't help but be thankful for the weekend.  The rents got in Thursday evening.  I picked them up at LAX and brought them back to set, where RR made herself a cozy niche right next to Mom.  H-Berts, in a burst of Southern hospitality, scored them headsets and sides, and damned if my dad isn't already talking Nielsen ratings and pre-empts.  So easy to be bit by the bug, I tell you what.  The rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur, with lots of eating, lots of bourbon and movie-watching at my parents' hotel, and general coziness.  I dropped them off at the aiport this morning and prayed for a busy day.  My wish was granted - I haven't been off the phone for longer than five minutes total.  I almost want someone to yell at me so I have a good reason to cry.  But they won't.  Damn these nice people I work with. 

In other good news, I got an email from Ballsy Gal, whom you guys might remember from "Boston Legal."  She just finished reading the pilot I wrote, and here is what she had to say:

 "T his is the problem with reading your stuff-- I always enjoy it and tend to have trouble thinking of notes!  My feeling is always, well, that was great. In general, I am always really impressed, especially with your dialogue and character work."

Sigh... no wonder I miss her in writers' group!  Also, I've been "hired," as in, by someone I don't know and to whom I don't owe any favors, to read and critique their script.  It's a weird feeling, reading a script for money.  In my younger years, I always swore I'd never do it - crazy principles (because I would never in a million years pay someone to read my work - but then again, I kind of have a lot of people who'll do it for free, while if you don't live here, that's difficult) and whatnot.  But right now I need money for a massage and a decent bottle of red.  Being off the market is expensive.