Spent a chunk of the day not breaking the template of my occult series I can't tell you the name of, and another chunk of the day trying to think of new series pitch ideas, and the best I could come up with was "ER at a vet's office." Which didn't sound very appealing.
But a couple of hours later a really good idea did pop up, which I also can't tell you. (Ain't I a stinker?) So the day wasn't wasted professionally speaking... oh, and found a few more places to put false jeopardy in my zombie horror script, to spice up the first act. And did some research...
... oh, and walked on the beach with the dog and my visiting writer friend Shelley, and pruned the apple tree while the Pikapie wobbled around the lawn poking at new and interesting things. It is so nice to visit Spring in the middle of Canadian winter. March is really when I get tired of sub-freezing weather. It's not the depth of Winter that bugs me, it's the extra month of it.
I never feel quite so content coming up with a good idea as I do when I get ten good pages of script written, but, you know, you need the good idea before you can write the ten pages, so you have to remind yourself that one truly viable idea in a day is pretty good, as ideas go.
Now off to watch The Unit
and 8th and Ocean