I’ve started a new screenwriting job that has me working at an office.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been a part of corporate culture. I worried it had been too long since I worked business hours with normal people, having co-workers who didn’t have tails or wear diapers. I worried not for me, but for them. It’s been a very long time since going to work means I have to put on pants.
Hey, here’s a bad idea: watching this week’s episode of Six Feet Underif you’ve ever had anyone in your life die. Jesus Christ, that was painful.
Work went late tonight. Had to cancel dinner plans. We’re officially in production now.
One of the things I do miss about my pre-television life is my lunch schedule. Every day the writing stopped at one (stee likes to keep things to a pretty tight schedule), and we sat for lunch with The Daily Show. Right now I have an episode on pause. I haven’t watched this show in what feels like months. The set is different. It’s different watching it late at night. I’m by myself. It’s just not the same. And for some reason, this pretty new redesign is much more intriguing than watching a week-old daily show episode with Joe Biden by myself on the couch. Read more
Whenever I had to change schools as a kid, I’d always get really sick on the first day of school. It was always stomach related, and made me feel like I was going to throw up from sadness. In fact, I’d be so sad I could actually start heaving. It meant I almost always missed the second day of school at the new school. I just couldn’t handle going back to the new school on the second day, being at the unfamiliar place once again, trying to make friends. Read more
It feels really silly. This morning I got to drive through the Warner Brothers lot for a meeting, and I squealed like a child when I saw the E.R. set — the ambulance bay and Doc Magoo’s. Then I bounced in the passenger seat when I realized we were next driving through Stars Hollow, the fictional city where Gilmore Girls is set. I still get very star-struck and awe-struck at this town, this place that sometimes feels like I fell into my television.
I think about how often I’ve had to give myself pep talks over the past year. There’s a certain falseness and pretentiousness that comes along with trying to be a part of this industry. I almost feel the need to apologize sometimes for not striving to be a scientist curing diseases, or a social worker helping orphaned children find homes. I could have been a doctor or a lawyer if I wanted to. I have the discipline; I just didn’t have the dream. And sometimes I do feel guilty that I want to live in Hollywood and write stories that make people laugh. I feel like I couldn’t possibly contribute to the common good that way. How could I leave this place a better world than when I got here? Isn’t that what we’re all supposed to try and do in some way?