We're off tonight to Galafilm's holiday Gala (in showbiz you do NOT have "Christmas" parties, wanna guess why?), at which we will feel a little out of place, since it is mostly the office party for a large company. They will show a comedy reel with all sorts of in-jokes that the people that work there will laugh at, and serve good food. And we, as writers, will hang out feeling like wallflowers, trying to resist the impulse to glom onto the one or two people we actually know and not let them go. And eat too much good free food.
I usually run out of mana after about twenty-thirty minutes of a party full of strangers. Fortunately Lisa has bonus charisma, so I can glom onto whoever she's talking to.
Needless to say, not going to a party for a company at which you have a TV series (it just went to another American network) is not an option. Actually, until you are Josh Friedman's level and can avoid any meeting that does not involve sushi within short driving distance from your house, any industry party is a command performance.
Oh yes, and the music will be cranked to the point where you have to shout to make yourself heard. This is not entirely bad because we're from New York and we're used to shouting. And, if you're going slightly deaf anyway, it's good when people have to shout. When they shout, they usually enunciate, too.
What I really want to do is what I should have been doing all today, except the day got away from me: figure out what our second script will be. We have a very good idea of what it should be, but it's not a breakdown yet, and we really should break it down before we pitch it. If we can't break it down in a day, there's probably something wrong with it and we shouldn't pitch it.
Meanwhile, Lisa heard from her editor. She liked the book (yay!) and has only light edits (double yay!). So that's good...