Holy Cowaledo!

YOU KNOW ONE of the funny things about this business is how it goes from drought to storm in a heartbeat. You're punking along, dragging your heels on the rewrite, feeling vaguely depressed and out of sorts, and the next thing you know, you look at the two weeks ahead of you and see nothing but craziness. The script that you were waiting on is now a go. All those ideas you were half cooking need to get the hell out of the oven, stat. There's meetings and talk and more talk and more meetings and calls and meetings and calls and drinks and meetings and breakfast and meetings and stuff.

And then there's WGC work. And there's this. And there's that. And how come you never went and got to the Dentist or got the Passport renewed or that Health Card picture taken, doofus? And OH GOD, is my vehicle registration sticker up? I'm sure it is. Where's THAT form?

And the TV season's started. Sheesh. That PVR does fill up fast.

Some of us don't know how to focus without being overwhelmed. Unless you're literally so busy you can barely think, you can't think. This is, I'm convinced, a bonafide sickness and a sign of a truly Type A crazy person.

So it is that I can't necessarily promise what's gonna fill this space over the next little while. But I can say that Next Week I'll be in New York City, and part of the time I'll be covering the New York Television Festival for the blog. And that should grant some interesting stuff.

Then, the week after, it appears that I am off to L.A. to take some of my cows to market, courtesy of a pitch thingie.

So let me take this moment, to recognize two brave writers who have taken it upon themselves to perform the same service in a needful time. Mike McPhaden, and Matt "Not Michael" MacLennan, have each guest-posted for this blog before.

Now, they have started blogs of their own. Oh, but these are very special blogs for screenwriters, oh yes. No crappy craft talk. Nosiree. These are blogs with the good stuff: blogs filled with all sorts of timewasting, procrasto-blasting bullshit.

Nice.

Gentlemen, on behalf of your friends in the scribosphere, and all the overwhelmed writers out there in crazyland, let me just presumptively speak for all of us and offer the two of you the heartiest of welcomes and this very, very special motivational message:

Fuck. you. guys. And while we're at it, fuck you penguin, also.

Now that that's done, I think I have a pilot to write....er....beats to read...um...a schedule to plan...der....suitcase to pack...no...council meeting notes to get through...uh...a birthday gift to buy for my sister?...um....and I didn't ever get to the dentist, so there's that too.

Sigh.

Maybe I'll watch Community.