I've been looking back on my adventure in Hollywood, culling pages from my journal...
I didn’t write an entry for eight days. I even admit in the first sentence that I should have written sooner, while it was fresh in my mind. But, I reviewed the WGAE Awards dinner, nonetheless. “It was either good or horrible.” At the conclusion of the evening, we on the committee felt really up about it and thought it went well (not counting that jerk Herb Sargent cancelling the second skit while the first was in progress). We learned later that our committee director got intense negative feedback the next morning. It wasn’t clear if it was a lot of negative feedback or just from the V.I.P.s. Or just a lot from one person. But certain people hated it.
I wrote about some of the evening here and some of its aftermath. We were told that some people were “embarrassed” by it, what with Dustin Hoffman there (who was presenting the award to Arthur Miller). Really? The guy made “Isthar” for Pete’s sake! Also, the soap opera people felt they weren’t treated with enough respect. Some hated the hosts Eli Wallach & Anne Jackson. No one mentioned the mediocre chicken dinner.
On a lighter note, agent Robbins said he got my Seinfeld script and was passing it along to someone at the production comedy. So I noted on March 30, 1993. My next entry wouldn’t be until July 12, 1993.
On a lighter note, agent Robbins said he got my Seinfeld script and was passing it along to someone at the production comedy. So I noted on March 30, 1993. My next entry wouldn’t be until July 12, 1993.
I had misplaced my journal during a move by my company. Now I can’t even imagine leaving my notebook at work, but then I did my entries at my desk. And I can’t believe I was MIA all that time. I now only vaguely remember that I was making my journal entries at work and not during my ferry commute. And I only found it in passing? I am so easily distracted. Also, there was nothing worth noting. Even after I found it.
I ran through some bullet points, No word from agent Robbins about the Seinfeld spec. Or the second script I sent him. It’s so weird re-reading the journal, I don’t remember having this long of a relationship with Robbins.
Other agent Vanessa Howle called again. She’s hooked up with another agency and wants to know if I’m still looking for representation. She wanted to rework my script “Ghostwriter” with an eye toward “the 3-act format” (what did she think it was??)
I ran through some bullet points, No word from agent Robbins about the Seinfeld spec. Or the second script I sent him. It’s so weird re-reading the journal, I don’t remember having this long of a relationship with Robbins.
Other agent Vanessa Howle called again. She’s hooked up with another agency and wants to know if I’m still looking for representation. She wanted to rework my script “Ghostwriter” with an eye toward “the 3-act format” (what did she think it was??)
I finished my script “Peking Duck.” I mailed that out to Robbins (no response) and to Simon & Toddman. They claimed they liked it, but their plate was “too full” to take it on (I later learn this is what’s called a “soft no.” It’s like a regular “no” only softer). So I sent it to Howle.
It wasn’t until here I mention the aftermath of the WGAE dinner, which I wrote up here.
Kevin the producer called, just to stay in touch. Still flogging “Kringle Project” around and then he pitched me the idea of re-doing “Little Devil” (my horror-comedy) for Madonna and Rosie O’Donnell (hot off of “A League of Their Own”).
And I got on the internet. The WGA set up a BBS and I was logging in via work (since I only had an Atari word processor at home). I called it a “whine line” since it was mostly the West Coast people logging on, to complain about stuff, and only a few in total at that.
It wasn’t until here I mention the aftermath of the WGAE dinner, which I wrote up here.
Kevin the producer called, just to stay in touch. Still flogging “Kringle Project” around and then he pitched me the idea of re-doing “Little Devil” (my horror-comedy) for Madonna and Rosie O’Donnell (hot off of “A League of Their Own”).
And I got on the internet. The WGA set up a BBS and I was logging in via work (since I only had an Atari word processor at home). I called it a “whine line” since it was mostly the West Coast people logging on, to complain about stuff, and only a few in total at that.
