Putting Gas in the Tank

Sorry, True Believers, I have been absent from my blog space for about 9 days because I've been in pilot writing mode. My eyes are bloodshot, my lids are heavy and I'm at the office doing my day job. I dressed up though. I'm wearing my favorite shirt from Hawes and Curtis, a London based shirtmaker. And nice dress pants. Looking professional because I just did a very professional thing last night and I finished this script. In a week. So before I get to the task of going through the script and finding the holes, I need to take a moment.

This weekend I have a very important task. I need to fill the tank. The love tank. The creative tank. The fitness tank. Actually, I have about three tanks to fill, I guess.

The love tank. The bf and I are going to grab some movies and some meals this weekend. We had a good week and met with a client of his on some projects he wants to pitch. So when I thought all I had to give was to the pilot, I had even more I needed to give. That was good though. I think I might have an idea ready to pitch come development season. But this weekend needs to be about hanging out.

The creative tank. Going to the art museum, watching movies, eating exciting food, catching up on TV shows.

And the fitness tank. All of this writing means all of this EATING. I've been happily stuffing my face. But now it's time to make up for it and get in shape for the marathon which is staffing season. Meetings, outfits, etc.

Anyway...that's the latest and greatest. More to come. Probably this weekend while I'm filling up the tank.

Expert/Rebel

So I got a Facebook message today from Barbara Murray, the chair of the SCU Theatre Department today. It was funny because she had just emailed me about what I had been up to and I had just emailed her about teaching last week. She's invited me to come speak to some students about "The Business of the Business." I guess that assumes that I know something. Well, I know a few things. There's nothing like a former professor calling you up because enough time has passed and you're now considered an expert, or at least someone who can share life experiences.

And then I went back in time in the time machine in my head. To a time I've been thinking about a lot lately. When I was an actor/singer/dancer/playwright/choreographer/rebel at Santa Clara University as an English major, double minor in theatre and dance. I did my own thing - asking for understanding rather than permission.

When did I stop being a rebel? I'm still young. I've got some rebel left in me. Actually, I've probably got a lot left in me that I've been storing up for a few years. This would be an interesting time for me to get back to SCU. I'm thinking about the next three plays I want to write at the place where I started writing plays. One of those happens to be a dance theatre version of MEDEA, which is a piece I've been thinking about and "working on" for the past ten years. Maybe I'll spend some time in the new dance studios working with some music and a notebook, just like I did back then.

Actually, I think I'll also bring my copy of Twyla Tharp's book, THE CREATIVE HABIT, with me as well. No unitard this time. Just some barefeet and some loose trousers. That could be fun.

I'm starting to get excited.

Just the Tip

After yet another weekend of drinking too much, being out too late, and starting the week at a deficit, I thought the best thing to do was start a blog. Like so many others before me. But they say that getting started is the hardest thing to do. And it seems like I've been getting started for quite some time now. I've got a graduate degree in writing from NYU and I've been trying to break into the entertainment industry for a while. Guess what? Nothing's really happening. I've written my plays and gotten them produced or had readings of them. I've written numerous spec scripts and pilots and can get them to various executives and showrunners...

I think the thing to mention here is that I'm not a shitty writer. At least I don't think so. And neither does my mother, my brother, my boyfriend, my best friends and people who think I'm cute and probably would say anything to get into my pants.

And the jury's still out mid-first blog post. The point is that I'm doing everything I should be doing to be the great success I've always fancied myself becoming. Well, everything except put my unique point of view (or Point of Loo) together in a blog.

Wow, this is like overindulgent, verbal masturbation - which I would loathe in a stage play or a piece of performance art, but here seems strangely allowed and appropriate. So I'm going to continue because I'm no where near climaxing...

Well, maybe I should hold off from blowing my wad all at once. This is just the first post. A taste. A tease.

Just the tip, if you will. No need to go all the way in yet. Not without lubrication anyway.