Now what? Her heart, soul, blood, tears all poured into this show they didn't find worthwhile enough to keep. So now what? Where does a writer find the courage to put their heart out there again? I don't have an answer, the same way I still haven't made a convincing argument to myself on behalf of putting my heart out there again to find love. It feels like everything ends and it's safer to avoid getting involved in the first place. The jury is still out on "Tis better to have loved and lost..." I've lost a lot of shows I loved, including "Life Unexpected," and it seems no one cares when they throw away my friends. Who will commiserate with me on Tuesday nights now? R.I.P. LUX. You've left a void that won't soon be filled.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
No One Cares Which Shows I Watch.
Today I had the chance to attend a panel discussion with the Creator/Writer and Cast of "Life Unexpected." It broke my heart to listen to Liz Tigelaar discuss how she developed this show, the characters, and story arcs. Then to please her network and try and save her show, she had to compromise, only to have them drop her show in the end. As a writer, I know how vulnerable you are when putting material out there. And then to have a fan base "go to the mattresses" on your behalf is really rewarding. And then the network still says no --devastating.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
So I'm almost 30...so what?
I got a call tonight from a friend wondering if she could give my number to a guy. I found it very thoughtful that she asked first. But then she said the kid and I had gone to high school together, and that ended my interest. I can't be the only one who dreads dating anyone who can remember me in those golden four years, can I? Surely others run in fear of the first date being like a high school reunion, where we relive the glory days of football state champs, and the horror visits with the vice principal.
At least we had something in common beyond our age and marriage status. Most people tell me they know someone who would be perfect for me, and when I ask how, they can only manage, "He's single, and he's older, and he's LDS." Well where have you been hiding him all these years? How quickly can we book the temple?
It's truly a Utah state-of-mind. When I summer in DC, most people suggest I will be settling down and having a family in the next few years. Though I can't tell them yes, because who can know when I'll meet someone I can tolerate for long periods of time, I think the window they've given me is reasonable. So let's adopt this new standard of appropriate marriage-age. My brother would say to that, "You know your eggs are dying, right?" Thank you, dear brother. Just one more reason you don't get invited to many family dinners.
If I check my yearbook and see this guy's picture without remembering who he is, and he hasn't seen my segment on Rachael Ray, (which would be an issue all on its own...like why he watches Rachael Ray...) then I might consider letting her give him my number. But by dang, we better have more in common than our alma mater.
At least we had something in common beyond our age and marriage status. Most people tell me they know someone who would be perfect for me, and when I ask how, they can only manage, "He's single, and he's older, and he's LDS." Well where have you been hiding him all these years? How quickly can we book the temple?
It's truly a Utah state-of-mind. When I summer in DC, most people suggest I will be settling down and having a family in the next few years. Though I can't tell them yes, because who can know when I'll meet someone I can tolerate for long periods of time, I think the window they've given me is reasonable. So let's adopt this new standard of appropriate marriage-age. My brother would say to that, "You know your eggs are dying, right?" Thank you, dear brother. Just one more reason you don't get invited to many family dinners.
If I check my yearbook and see this guy's picture without remembering who he is, and he hasn't seen my segment on Rachael Ray, (which would be an issue all on its own...like why he watches Rachael Ray...) then I might consider letting her give him my number. But by dang, we better have more in common than our alma mater.
Copy Editing will steal your soul
As a print major, I am required to take copy-editing, but no one told me to check my confidence at the door. That should be in the course description. I thought with my grammar nazi reputation, I would breeze right through, but the red pen all over my graded papers would tell you that didn't happen.
No one told me I would have to write headlines, but all of my writing classes told me my titles were my weakest part. So yeah, let's tackle the wonderful world of writing headlines. (Just as a side note, apparently it's a big no-no to convict someone before they are charged and tried and found guilty.... hmm....someone should have mentioned that before I lost those six points.)
The best thing to come out of the class is an appreciation for the chore it is to format a page of news, catch the grammar mistakes, the AP mistakes, and the stupidity of the writers, and generally make it appealing to the audience. My hat is off to every copy editor. I will never again make fun of you. And I promise your job is safe.
And let me take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Rebecca Bradshaw for every snide remark I made about mistakes in the Statesman. You let very few slip by for the number of words you must check. Well done. Grovel Grovel.
No one told me I would have to write headlines, but all of my writing classes told me my titles were my weakest part. So yeah, let's tackle the wonderful world of writing headlines. (Just as a side note, apparently it's a big no-no to convict someone before they are charged and tried and found guilty.... hmm....someone should have mentioned that before I lost those six points.)
The best thing to come out of the class is an appreciation for the chore it is to format a page of news, catch the grammar mistakes, the AP mistakes, and the stupidity of the writers, and generally make it appealing to the audience. My hat is off to every copy editor. I will never again make fun of you. And I promise your job is safe.
And let me take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Rebecca Bradshaw for every snide remark I made about mistakes in the Statesman. You let very few slip by for the number of words you must check. Well done. Grovel Grovel.
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