Friday, February 03, 2006

I am not, by nature, a hermit. I actually like talking to people. Even better than talking to them, I like seeing them.

Granted, after three or four hours of a party -- or the moment I've talked to everyone I know, especially if that's "no one" -- I get stressed and want to hide in the bathroom, but still.

The writer's telephone does not ring all that often. Fact of life. Until you're in production, there are just not that many reasons for people to call you up.

I try to make the best of it. I try to call people and set up lunches and meetings, and irregularly I organize parties, and throw poker games, so I don't implode socially. And that's good business too.

But still. The phone, it 's not exactly ringing off the hook.

I have to remind myself that it's all right. After all, if you spend a month on a TV pilot script, or three months on a feature spec, and it's great, and someone buys it, you're looking at maybe 5-10 necessary calls all in, unless you get into complicated contract negotiations. What makes your career is sitting down and making the pages great.

Still. I wouldn't mind a phone call now and then...

Labels: spec pilots

12:00 PM

2 Comments:

Send me your number and I'll be happy to ring you up now and again, just to shoot the shite.

By  Fun Joel, at 6:04 PM  

The other side of the coin is the phone constantly ringing.
After years of working as a teleconsultant, I know which one I prefer!
The peace and quiet of a writing life is bliss IMO. :-) Ask me again in 2 years, and I may have changed my mind...

By  Eleanor, at 6:14 AM  

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