Wednesday, April 26, 2006

We had a blast of a game of limit poker, nine of us writers, not to mention bottles of beer, wine, scotch, bourbon and calvados. Few things are funnier than the banter of a gaggle of writers.

Somehow we got onto nicknames, and let it go forth from this day forward that Matt MacLennan is now to be known as "Titter" MacLennan. And Shelley earned the nick "A.J."

Don't ask.

Last night's Writer's Guild party was such a blast we closed down a pub. I'm amazed I managed to stay up all day long, because I had to get up at 8:15, but two network meetings will put a rush of adrenaline in you. Then I dropped in on my agents and pushed them to send my stuff out more places. (Drop in on your agents every couple of weeks. They think of stuff to do for you when you're there that they don't think of when you're on the phone. If you don't even call, well, forget it.) Then I pitched some producers. Then there was shopping for beer.

Tomorrow, more meetings. I feel a bit like a peasant gone to market, trying to sell my vegetables before they go bad. But it's fun, because you get to hang out at the inn and learn all the latest gossip about the King.

12:29 AM

3 Comments:

Oh no you d'int.

I knew you would.

But I still hoped you wouldn't.

Thanks again for a great night of poker. Such a good time. Great peoples.

Drop me a line anytime you're back in Tranna.

~M (a.k.a. "Titter" MacLennan)

By  blindmind, at 5:00 PM  

Damn, I wish I coulda been there. Partly for the great company/conversation but mostly because I would have cleaned you all out.

By  Kelly J. Crawford, at 9:21 PM  

"Titter" MacLennan. I like it. I think that could stick.

By  Gia, at 8:02 PM  

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