|Dan Fiorella: Writer @ large||
Looking at my journal (as we've been doing here), I was home working on a draft of “Pee Wee’s Christmas Adventure” but other things were going on and I was starting to make notes of that. Face it, my life is not that interesting and I had to start doing something to justify my diary.
As noted earlier in part 1 and earlier in part 2, the Warner meeting ran for 90 minutes and was chock full of new ideas.
At the end of the day, back in my room, I ran out of reasons to procrastinate and started working on the notes I had taken from my meeting for “an updated Pee Wee outline” (the first mention in my journal of Pee Wee). Turns out it was a good thing I did finally get around to that.
One of the things I packed was my portable manual typewriter and supplies. While packing for the trip, I truly wondered if bringing all that was too much. Turns out it wasn’t. I had to wade through all the notes, use them to retool the story and type up a new treatment for the meeting they scheduled for the next day. And if you ever saw my handwriting you’d know why bringing a typewriter was a good thing.
I’ve been keeping a diary, er, journal since June 1990. Nothing fancy, just a marble composition notebook, the kind that I used to buy for school (the inspiration for my character’s journal in Novel Concept or vice versa). I was about to embark on my first (pronounced “only”) trip to Hollywood. I thought I would need to record the events and my thoughts, the better to help future biographers when they did their stories about “noted screenwriter Dan Fiorella.” Since the likelihood of that is rapidly diminishing, I got the urge to pull out the old books and look them over. I haven’t read them in years. I want to go through them and see if I can track a path, see the arc of my development. Or, perhaps, realize where I went wrong (Or at least, not right enough). Will I bare my soul? Unlikely. With I note things that happen to me and my reactions at the time and now? Yeah, that seems doable.
Okay, this is the big one. This is the event that got me into the Writers Guild. This is the time I actually was a professional writer. And then wasn’t. Let’s take it back 19 years---
I had completed a script called (at the time) “The Kringle Project” I was one of those ideas that came to me in a flash, the thing practically wrote itself, I just had to type it. Fortunately, I took typing in high school. It was a Christmas comedy that dropped a film noir-type private eye detective in the middle of a Santa-centric mystery. It was honestly the best thing I had done up ‘til then.
Freelance writer, still hacking away.