I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that I was not accepted into the cable writer’s program to which I applied. The good news is that I won’t be writing for free three states away during my son’s birthday next month. I was legitimately conflicted about the possibility of being accepted to this program, and though I’m mildly disappointed, I am ready to move on. I will definitely be trying again next year. Submitting to this was a good exercise. I learned a great deal and I now know I can do better down the road.
The past three months have seen me chained to my computer. Whenever I get a spare moment, I am writing scripts, working on pitch bibles and gathering paperwork for submissions. While there is a lot of work coming from me, there hasn’t been a whole lot of “viewable content” from me which feels weird but probably shouldn’t.
"I didn't spend 8 hours in that damn medical seminar to have people call me ‘Mister'! Now hand me that electric turkey carver.” This is from a joke I pitched in my dream two nights ago. It may seem kind of hokey in the cold light of day, but believe me when I tell you that the writing staff of Cracked.com was eating it up. I think I got the job before I woke up.
As I’ve mentioned before, sometimes people give me ideas for Victorian Cut-out Theatre episodes. Sometimes these ideas bare fruit, but mostly they fall by the wayside. However, when Stephanie Yuhas sends you and article on Victorian dildos or the fact that tuberculosis created the hallmark for beauty in the 1800s, you kind of have to follow through.
I used to write a weekly blog about what projects I was working on and what was going on in my everyday life. These blogs were punctuated by essays and lists and after I went to write for Nerd Reactor in 2013, I kind of got the essays and lists out of my system for a while. It also should be said that most of my life isn’t very interesting and short of turning this site into a parenting blog, there’s not a whole lot to write about on that front.
As I write this, my son is not napping. He is supposed to be but instead he is lying in his bed hollering to himself and shouting out song lyrics. He has a taste for modern pop music so it is a lot of Taylor Swift and Uptown Funk. He has also been eating like a Mogwai that has plans to enter the “pupa stage”, which is to say, a lot.
I am terrible at job interviews. I feel like five years of acting training has prepared me for gregarious dealings with strangers and audiences. However, I never feel comfortable while answering the prepackaged trick questions. Among these trick questions is almost always “What is your biggest weakness?” You don’t have to be an analytics engine to know why this question is complete nonsense. But what if the answer to it was something truly spectacular?