Hey, Pamie: “Is it okay that I’m a blogger?”

I haven’t been procrastinating on the weekly procrastination series. I’ve been busy. You see, a holiday tradition in Hollywood is that producers and studios and networks and publishers finish their to-do lists so that they can go off on their vacations and trips to the parents and Hawaiian safaris and nightly festivities. This means all of my hurry-up-and-wait comes to a screeching halt, as it’s time to Hear Notes and Write.

I debated showing a picture here of the stack of work beside me, but I wouldn’t want you to get jealous. I’m about to have a lot of late nights and airplane writing stretches. This is a good thing! This is being a writer. We work through most major events and holidays. It’s why you think we don’t appreciate you and ultimately leave us.

Let’s get to the question of the week. Continue reading

Hey, Pamie: “How Do You Start Writing A Novel?”

I have a new editor on this new manuscript. I was nervous for the past few weeks knowing that the manuscript was on her to-read-and-edit pile. It was like I’d changed schools, got a new teacher, and wanted to find out if I was still considered a good student.

I got an A!

Karen only had good things to say about the manuscript and I’m quite relieved. She gave me notes to incorporate after we receive the copyedits, and the book is still on track to be released July 2012.

I’m incredibly nervous about it, which is how I’ve felt right before the release date of each of my novels, so it’s probably getting close to the right shape. Right when I think, “I can’t let anyone see this. It’s extremely personal. I’m going to tell them never mind and let’s just stop this right now.” that’s about the time I need someone like my editor to go, “Too late! We’ve sent it off to the printers. What’s your next one about?”

And segue right into this week’s Writerly Advice Weekly Procrastination Thing. Continue reading

Tales from the Accidental Asshole: The TV Critic

This story is old enough now that I feel like I can talk about it without incriminating anyone involved, other than me, which is fine, because I’m the only one in this story who comes out looking like an asshole.

We go way back to 1999 for this one, back before there were blogs, before there was Television Without Pity, when there were just online journals and the invention of Mighty Big TV. I was lucky enough and honored to be one of the initial writers for MBTV–>TWOP, and due to network scheduling, my recap ended up being the very first one posted on the brand new, shiny site. It was for a little show called “Get Real.” You probably don’t remember it because you were watching this other little show that premiered in that same time slot: The West Wing. Consequently, I’ve never seen an episode of TWW, although I did get to visit the set one day and Martin Sheen told me I had a “black soul,” adding: “In the good way.” But that’s another story for another day. Continue reading

Name Dropping… and Shattering.

A criticism an old boyfriend used to give me (I’ll leave out his name so that it doesn’t look like I’m complaining) is that I go too far back in time to start my stories.

“I ask you when did you return the video,” he’d say, “and you start with, ‘Back when I was six, I had these shoes, and…'”

But I still believe that sometimes you have to go a little farther back than you expected, so that the retelling has a similar emotional experience for you as it had for me when it happened.

So, back when I was six, I had these shoes, and…

Okay, not that far back. But it does start with me taking a bath.

I was in the bath a couple of weeks ago, and for some reason I started thinking of my TWoP bio page, and how I think I was supposed to update it about a year ago. (What? Don’t you get into the bath and think about all the things you were supposed to be doing instead of keeping your head underwater to drown out the reality of life? Just me? Oh.) Anyway, I was thinking about my TWoP bio page, because I’m weird. I was thinking, for some reason, about my list of likes and dislikes. Continue reading

inbox, part three.

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Pamie,

You probably don’t remember me – I met you at the first journalcon – and we had written at the time (although I’d say the last time was … oh about 7 years ago) – I still have the tae bo tapes you sent me – not that I’m using them anymore.

I just wanted to let you know my thoughts are with you and stee and all your friends. It must be a frightening time for you all and yet you’re doing the right thing. Not only for yourselves but for all the other writers that will come along after you.

The whole situation isn’t getting a lot of coverage over here (in Ireland) in fact if it wasn’t for the internet I don’t think I’d now about it… Although we’re not friends, it’s weird to realise that I ‘know’ people directly affected by this strike. Enough that I worry and hope it all comes out ok. The fact that in this day and age strikes are still necessary is a scary, scary thing. It makes you wonder how far we’ve actually come.
I’ve always kept up with how you’re doing and was delighted to hear about Samantha Who, and kept checking to see when it was going to be aired over here. Hopefully it will all get sorted and at some point I’ll get to see it – or at least buy or download it (legitimately) and know you’re getting your well deserved residuals.

Keep fighting the good fight,
Joanne
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I’ve been seeing lots of old, familiar names in my inbox lately. I can’t believe how many of us have stayed in touch here over the years. Maybe some of you are wanting to say hello to each other?

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[readermail]
Hi, Pamie, I was so sorry to hear about your car accident – Christ, do I know what it’s like to have everything in your life go wrong all at once, and all I can say is that I hope the Vicodin is providing some solace. And I’m really happy to think that my last email might have brightened your day at least a little! Best of luck to you at the massive picket at Fox tomorrow. I wanted to be there as it’s very close to where I live, but my very tight wallet pretty much dictates that I not take a day off work. My next day off is Tuesday, though, and I’ll be walking the line at Disney on Alameda, as some of my writer friends assured me that I’m welcome even if I’m not a guild member. Most of my family and many of my friends still live back home in Chicago. It seems that the further away you get from SoCal, the less the strike is covered and the less people understand about it. I sent out a massive email tonight breaking things down into non-industry terms and explaining what they can do if they want to help bring a quicker end to this. (And I had to break it into two parts, because with my family, massive means massive – we’re Irish-Catholic on one side and Italian-Catholic on the other.) Thought it was worth pointing out the three things that are fairly easy for even the most casual of TV watchers to do:
1. Do not watch streaming episodes on any network’s website.

2. Do not download any television episodes from iTunes.

3. Should the strike last until January, that’s when most original programming is going to stop airing, because they’ll have run out of episodes. There are going to be a lot of reality TV series popping up in the interim – game shows and some really ridiculous generic reality shows that make Joe Millionare look like the freaking Sopranos. I’m respectfully requesting that you do not watch ANY of these, as it will hurt the ratings, and the more money the networks lose, the faster this will be resolved.

Keep your head held high!

Molly
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rainbows have nothing to hide.

[scripty]
AB
Pa’am?

PAMIE
Yes, ma’am.

AB
… I think I don’t like Radiohead.

PAMIE
I guess I understand.

AB
These songs make me want to kill myself.

PAMIE
You aren’t the only person who’s said that to me.

AB
Is that okay? That I don’t like Radiohead?

PAMIE
Your marriage might suffer. It might not last.

AB
My marriage to you? Or to my husband?

PAMIE
I can’t speak for Vince, but I’m pretty sure I’m right when I say, “Both.”
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(Please watch Samantha Who? tonight on ABC, @ 9:30/8:30 central.)

(And yes, it is a weird, weird mindtrip that I’m writing for something that’s going to be recapped on TWoP.)

addendum

I forgot to mention M Giant’s favorite line of the night. After reminding me that he was the shift supervisor for security, and not just some guard, he said, “It doesn’t matter who you are in Vegas. Everybody’s the same. Wesley Snipes got 86’ed from Mandalay Bay.”