WELL THIS IS a day some time in coming.
It's with not too heavy a heart I'd like to let y'all know that effective immediately, I'm pressing 'pause'. Dead Things ON Sticks is finally, especially dead, or at least mostly dead, in that magical Princess Bride-y kinda way. Why?
Wellll...
I've got a new gig that's going to take me to Los Angeles, like so many Canadian creatives before me. I apologize to the friends I didn't get to see before leaving: it came up as these things do, and boom, next thing you know, you're throwing clothes in a bag and hailing a taxi.
The gig is finite; the move...um...Ida know. I think I can honestly say that I've tried as hard as anyone to make my stand here. I've worked, agitated, evangelized & given to the cause of keeping quality Canadian creatives at home, in the hopes that things were changing, and that we were getting closer to being recognized & given the creative respect and environment in which to grow. On good days, I still believe this. On bad, I accepted a lot of joshing for being naive. There are people who I consider good friends who actually cussed me out when they found out that I had an actual U.S. Passport.
There was even a time at Banff last year when -- mmm... let's see, how do I put this?...let's call it a party with a direct, measurable degree of power over the way the Canadian system runs asked me flat out, with deep incredulity, "if you can work in the USA, why would you ever stay here?"
That question made me sad then. It does now. But it is, unfortunately, like our own Gulf of Mexico Oil Slick. That kind of thinking has permeated the water table and the wetlands and the marshes and the beaches and driven deep down into the shale and the bedrock of the cultural consciousness of this otherwise wonderful nation. Fighting it has made me very, very tired. Mr. Blackett, this is why. You're just the latest symptom of the problem.
The L.A. writing life & industry is more than well represented by bloggers, and I won't really have my finger on the pulse of the Canadian scene anymore, so I think it's better to leave you in the capable hands of other observers of same: Prairie Dog Will Dixon and Uncle Jim "Axe to Grind" Henshaw. There's also Jaime Weinman in Macleans. (I secretly think he's more Canadian scene-curious than he fronts; guy just needs a little push.) Hopefully, John Doyle might get over whatever's been up his bum for the last little while, too (if we don't lose him to soccer writing, I mean.)
For a dose of your Canadian crafty, may I suggest the redoubtable Alex Epstein? And if you want info on Canadian shows, there's no finer resource than Tv-eh? -- still a one woman, all volunteer shop run by not-connected-to-the-industry-at-all writer/editor Diane Wild.
I might pop in from time to time. Maybe I'll post a few dirty Haikus about CRTC policy or something. I honestly have no idea. I'll also continue to represent my fellow Central Canada WGC members on the Writers Guild of Canada Council, as long as I'm able. From foreign ownership to value for signal to licenses to copyright, there's still a lot of fights ahead. I won't stop if you won't.
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| Evolution of a Canadian Creative. Maybe Brioux will write about me now!. |
When I put out a PayPal button earlier this year, I was stunned by the number of people who gave me a donation. Five bucks here, five there -- and more than one person stepped up way more than that -- giving me the equivalent of the yearly subscription fee to Playback Online. That is just...crazy. Not bad for something I dashed off every day. Thanks, from the bottom of my heart for your support. You bought me a portable hard drive so I could back up five years worth of my rants. Don't trust the cloud, people. Heh heh.
I've learned a lot, knitted closer to my fellow Canadian creatives, and enjoyed the exchanges I've had here immensely over the last five years. Even the occasional glimpses into the petty underbelly of the internet has made me a stronger person & a better writer.
(Truth be told, I came very close to packing it in last summer after a couple of weird incidents where I was stalked by people mistaking their online familiarity with my writing for an offline relationship. More than once, I found a stranger laying in wait so they could yell at me "because I yelled at him every day on your blog." Uh. Yeah. Then there were the pests who'd just somehow ... be ... whereever I was. Sometimes with a camera!)
As Craig Ferguson might say, "I KNOW!!!"
The supportive emails & comments, and the Cuppa Joe donations got me through that patch. But I have to say with all honesty & humility that the thought of being one more dressed-down writer in a city teeming with them is tremendously appealing to me right now. I won't miss being the lightning rod -- even admitting that sometimes, yup, I sought out that role. I guess at the root of things, I like telling stories a lot. Being the story, really not so much.
In any case, I'm a big believer in both professional honesty and giving back, which is why as my career gained some steam I tried, whenever possible, to offer a take on industry doings that never seemed to make it into the paper or the trades. That's also why I tried to make myself available for mentoring & advice to up and coming writers. I don't know how much good that's done, if any, but I encourage each and every one of you to punch through your fear and to speak up for what you believe. It turns out that the jobs you lose are few, and the fellow travelers you meet quickly become friends. (Most of them anyway; hey, you meet crazies on the subway, too.) When it comes to the important stuff, the disagreements we have are better solved in the warmth of the cold light of day. Secrecy, jealousy, and passive aggressive tendencies have not served our industry well. It is time, finally, finally, to try another way.
Look at that. Sermonizing til the end. Little bit douchey. Sigh.
This has become the quotational equivalent of using Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" in your big climactic TV montage. But it fits, so eff it--
Margaret Mead once said, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
We're going to have one more post on crafty later today, just cause that's how I'd like to leave it. So watch for that.
Good Night, from Sticksville…and Good Luck.



