The great news today at Spring Creek was that one of the company's productions -- Truman -- had won a couple of Cable ACE awards, including Best Movie. Paula Weinstein's picture appeared in the Hollywood Reporter, Gary Sinise thanked her in his acceptance speech.
The not so great news is that I am still a klutz of major comic proportions. Usually the idea behind a pratfall is that you meant to take it. Today I was walking up the stairs and I stuck my head out over the bannister to see what was on the cover of this week's People, which is always left out in the reception area for guests.
I forgot that there's a ceiling over the bannister, so after looking at the magazine I stood up and CONK! hit my head on the ceiling. Of course, my first maneuver was to reverse gears and go in the opposite direction, forgetting that there was a bannister there.
BONK! my nose hits the bannister.
Within seconds I had a headache and a slight nose bleed and I was laying on one of the couches in an office with an ice pack on my face. There was no serious damage, except to my self-esteem and sense of decorum.
I do have the walking and chewing gum thing down though.
It's very close to the end of the semester now and everyone's getting a little grumpy. Gotta film the final project, gotta write those final papers. Once I get the final production bits out of the way I will feel so much better -- if all I have to do is write then I am in charge of my own destiny. I can write in bed, on a plane, lying on the couch. I can't make productions whilst lying on my couch. (Well, I could, but not the sort that would be appropriate for this class.)
Brooke had two agents in to speak to the class today. Kind of encouraging, kind of depressing. The typical TV writer is a 24-year-old male. One agent did say he needed female writers, and maybe show runners will overlook my lack of wrinkles.