CAN NOT SLEEP
I have never had such a long series of nights in which I Can Not Get To Sleep.
Tonight I think the espresso truffle cake biscuit at Beluga was at fault, but I haven't had that every night. Beluga is this excellent fusion restaurant that happens to be downstairs from the writer's office. It is not so expensive as excellent fusion restaurants go, and we have cash in our pockets from our per diems, and the restaurant is right downstairs from the writer's office so really, why go somewhere else?
And there is the espresso truffle cake biscuit.
But I think it is all excitement over the show. I don't want to say "stress" because I'm not stressed. I think we're doing good work. Everyone's happy with us. People say nice things to us about the work we're doing, all unbidden. I have enough time to do the writing I need to do. It's not stress.
It's just, gee whizz, I'm responsible for the stories we're telling on this show. It's not my show, not my vision, but it's up to me to make sure the three of us come up with stories that the showrunner likes, that the network likes, that the audience will like, and that we like.
It's something. Because we are in production, because we are participating in production meetings, it feels so much more real than it might if we were writing the episodes in a vacuum, say, before production began.
Now if I could just get to sleep...