I'M AT A critical point in an outline right now, and I seem to have lost a bit of enthusiasm for this -- as well as a bit of good nature. I wrote and trashed three posts over the weekend because I thought them rather curmudgeonly. They read like something you'd expect from a dyspeptic crank, without reflecting the passion for good TV that maximizes the talents of a vibrant and unique country & a peculiar yet ever-changing culture.
That, and the leaks you hear from this quarter & that -- unhappy bitching, silly bitching, complaints by wannabes and neverweres & petty recriminations from people who judge but do not read have me feeling a bit -- off. And determined not to join in on those particularly petty reindeer games.
With that bit of weekend #fail also came a tiny flicker of joy -- reading the work of a good friend, who's searching for her light & her centre in something. Sharing thoughts on that -- on the work of those I love who do -- who chance, who write -- seems more important to me now than this.
And, I've also bitten the bullet and decided that next-phasing my career means making the trek to Ottawa for the Canadian Film & Television Producers Association Prime Time Conference.
I've got a meeting later today talking about online storytelling, and the whole conference has sessions on the same thing, and I guess I just think it's time Jill Golick wasn't the only one giving it the old "how do I monetize this?" try. So before I run to that meeting and my train, I just wanted to wish you all a good games. I'll be playing Network during this time & taking a bit of a head break -- even as I work to fill it from other quarters. That's the life of the freelancer, is it not?
So, I might pop back to give a bit of virtual ink to the great folk over at Less Than Kind, coming Feb 21 -- but otherwise I think I'm gonna marshall my energies elsewhere for a week or so, and see how it goes.
Go Canada. Go Lindsey Vonn. (Rowr!) See you after the 28th.
