Lisa and I have been working for the past few weeks on that scariest of all possible screenplays, the pilot. Scary, because if you do it right, if the domestic network and the overseas networks like it well enough to fork out money for it, you have now created a series. If you have the credentials, you are on your way to running your own show. Scary, because there is so much to get wrong. A pilot has to do everything a good hour of TV does -- entertain, move, and get you to watch the next episode -- plus establish the template of the show, invent the characters and their voices, and bring in an audience for something that's never been on the air. Damn, that's a lot of weight.
We turned our first network draft in today. Say a little prayer for us. Say a brucha. Slaughter a black lamb in the dead of night. Light incense before the altar of the Joss.
Meanwhile, we are thinking about what our second
episode should be. Piece of cake. Right?