Radiation Level: 14 inches
Listening To: I’ll Be Your Man by the Black Keys
Not hung over. Hung as in like a horse. Not me of course. I’m writing a spec of the HBO show Hung to apply to the ABC writer’s workshop and the Warner Bros. writer training program. This was a big decision for me, AmishGirl really pushed me. See, I’m on page 31 of my original pilot spec, so I have to halt working on it because these programs don’t let you send in original work – you have to send in a spec from a show that is currently shooting or on air. And the dead line is June 30th. YIKES! That’s in 20 days!
I kevetched all day. All these thoughts ran through my head – I want to write MOVIES! I want to write in the 19th century! That’s who I am as an artist! Then I went to the self-loathing. I’m just self-sabotaging. I don’t want to work hard. I’m lazy. I don’t deserve to succeed. Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard it all in my head a million times.
Then I sat down. Laptop on lap. Opened Final Draft 8 – for some reason the TV template doesn’t work – but finally I started typing. And I didn’t stop for 11 pages. Hung is only a half hour show, so I only need about 19 more. That’s it! I really think I can do this! The first draft will probably be a mess, but if I finish it quickly, I can have a good week or so to work on it. Holy cow!
Well, you know what I’ll be doing for the next 20 days. That’s right, Googling male prostitution! Oh, I love research…