stream of consciousness Tuesday
April 17th, 2007 by screenwriterguy
I’m back from the Bahamas. I gotta say, L.A. actually feels a little chilly. Perspective is a funny thing. Typing reminds me that one of the fingers on my right hand hurts slightly. I bent it back catching myself on a table, when I lost my balance standing on a chair to watch a Caribbean rhythm band that surprised the wedding guests. My falling had nothing to do with the drink in my left hand, but my attempt not to spill said drink did make the fall worse. It was an awesome moment, my foot twisted in the seat back, behind me a ledge with an 8-foot drop. I actually remember thinking, during those several seconds of struggling for equilibrium, that I needed to do more things like this. They would, undoubtedly, make me a better writer. That means the whole weekend in the Bahamas a tax write-off, doesn’t it?
In the time I was gone, a whole lot of actors and other mediamakers have responded to the craigslist postings I renewed before I left. I need to sort through those. Cool that so many people are interested.
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When I was in college, I trained myself to sleep on airplanes. It’s easy, really. You just do an all-nighter before your flight. Now I have a Pavlovian response to flying, such that as soon as I lean back on that unyielding headrest with the circulated air pumping in my face, I’m out. It doesn’t always last, though, so I’ll sometimes still do the all-nighter before in order to make sure I can sleep through most of a flight.
Perhaps the best job description for “producer” I’ve ever heard was exemplified for me in a college improv group. Upon discovering that another group was using our rehearsal space, the director said to his colleague, “You’re the producer. Produce us a room.”
This is the first year I haven’t done my own taxes. Given a stack of receipts from various writerly and less writerly expenses, the fact that I donated away most of my stuff when I moved to L.A., and a pile of 1090s from nine different employers over the course of the year, I figured the time had come to pay someone else to deal.
I admit that my years in sketch comedy left me a little burnt out. I am not the dynamo I once when it comes to producing, directing, acting, editing, publicizing, sound designing, ticket-taking, and doing whatever else it takes to get my writing made. I had refocused my energy on TV writing, a light having come on for me that this was my ultimate career path. And so, I thought, I’ll just keep writing. Eventually someone ELSE will do the producing.