The past year has been primarily devoted to writing and submitting. With the end of Season 3 of Victorian Cut-out Theatre, I wanted a bit of a break from video production and soon saw myself writing for live performance. This was a very positive experience. I wasn’t able to reach a wide audience, but I did get a live one which meant that I could get an instant reaction and know immediately whether or not something was working. It was also important for me to work on something completely different from the very specific style of VCoT.
I’m a little run down as I write this, partially because my wife and I have been potty-training our son for the past six days, and partially because I have not stopped writing and submitting since the middle of last year.
The last part first:
As I write this, Christmas has come and gone and as is the human custom during the last days of the year, I am looking back at the good and bad of 2017. This isn't a new activity for me, I have managed to do some version of this since I was 12, scrawling out goals for the future. I find that if I write something down, my mind often files it away, sometimes working on it without me even realizing it. Often these goals take years to complete, but I have looked back on previous lists only to realize, to my surprise, that I have accomplished things I once thought impossible.
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.