L.A.g

...jet-wise. A couple quick notes after touchdown.

The most important thing to report is that Internet access is limited until I sniff around and find a jumping on point.

Last night made a breathtaking night to arrive. The moon shone onto a scrim of clouds. Searchlights played against them from below. The city spread out like big flat city. Why does it look so good on film? Michael Mann, David Lynch, how’d you do that?

By the time I reached my downtown hotel, I found myself asking questions about people on foot, who look odder than two people sighted beside cars engaged in conversation on the shoulder of the 110 freeway. “I wonder what’s wrong with that guy’s car?” You never know where that kind of reverie will lead!

Meet with Next Generation of Screenwriting Heavyweights

Aren't we? Until further notice, you're damned right we are.

It's official. The Scribosphere (blogging screenwriters) will gather at the Veranda bar at the Figueroa Hotel on Sunday night, November 13th and dare to look at each other's god-given faces in three dimensions.

The idea for a live, in-person meeting of screenwriters from the blogosphere to coincide with the Screenwriting Expo started at Dave's site, and quickly took flight thanks to L.A. local men Warren and Fun Joel. Illustrations and other particulars can be found at Warren and Joel's sites.

Warren promises to buy drinks if he wins the Creative Screenwriting Open scene competition. The gauntlet is down. Single-malts at dusk!

L.A.nticipation

I'm a big believer in working and hoping. Working hard (and selling cleverly) and hoping to be the person who gets the surprising break. So I'm writing screenplays. One drama done. One comedy in the early outline stage. So far it's like trying to learn the craft as if it had never been practiced before.

Next week I go to Screenwriters' Expo to mingle with hundreds of other strivers, hope-junkies, delusional types, and some real, skilled - hell, employed - writers. Could change my life. More likely, I'll meet some good company and learn stuff. That's great. And California, I'll be making a small contribution - but only by some measures - to your economy. Throw me a bone, will ya?

My Wildest Dreams: to return from L.A. with a mentor in the person of a known, working writer. Realistic goal: meet a bunch of people more advanced than me who are willing to use the web to keep on meeting and teaching each other through good criticism.

As in an earlier year, Jay Leno and the Tonight Show will tape story pitches by Expo participants (It's "Toy Story" meets "Romeo is Dying"). Word is, the studio audience votes on whether the story is sold or not. And then the sale/no sale is revealed. I'll keep you informed about where and when to see this segment, but do not - I repeat - do not look for this guy on-camera.

In the meantime, it's great to be home. The Woman I Love (TWIL) is even happier than me. Does it have to do with my compulsive tidiness, my cooking skills, my svelte form? Doubtful. She unaccountably likes me; it's the core of her considerable charm.

[Swiped the photo from a Hollywood fan. Click on the title to go to the source. Apologies/thanks.]

Case Closed

What's that? The state capital building, an erection of Huey Long, as I understandt it. Farewell Baton Rouge!

What's the verdict? Well, it's the wrong question. The question is whether you have any regrets, whether you wasted your time, whether you worked hard and well but accomplished nothing. No. To all three. I paid with frustration and missed opportunities by being away from The Woman I Love (TWIL) for the greatest part of the last ten months. I have come to dismay over miserable cellphone service that interrupts us twice each evening. I have come to appreciate how greatthe effect of her love and respect is. And I'm grateful for her patience. I've also recalled how much I enjoy an evening to myself, a Saturday without plans, a day filled with movies.

I rewrote a movie script of my own creation, I shot part of a DV movie that may yet acquire a story to go with that footage, I gave what advice I had to the trainer I worked with most closely, I played well with others. And I'm exhausted with the effort of leaving.

I suffer leaving as if it were a physical wound. That's why I did not visit home more often. TWIL was always glad to have me visit, for however short a time. But between the fatigue of arriving (six hours aloft) and the distress of leaving, it offered me real frustration in the 40 hours I was home. I know what you're thinking. I mean psychic frustration.

Even leaving Louisiana was not easy. People were warm and I was appreciated. I will miss is the daily sense of direction and progress that work offers, the pleasure of reliable human contact on a wider scope than home, and the opportunity to influence people.

I will not miss C.M. (See a previous post.) Finally, at the urging of the project leader, I talked with C.M. about our disagreements. We made a lot of progress, but I'd be a simpleton to think it changed her, or me. It comes down to this, in my biased interpretation: C.M. wielded the authority of her office to engineer the perception of success in everything she does. The effect is poor, but the story it allows her to tell is a good one.

Like a camel through the eye of a needle, so are the days of our lives

What's a training pilot look like? Or first, what is it? You take the course materials you've been creating and improving and you teach them to the audience they're intended for.

What it looks like is three weeks of standing in a windowless room for eight hours a day, fielding questions that you may or may not know the answer to. It nearly always requires four to six hours of preparation between 6:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m. I'm not complaining, just reporting. As to what happens, you aim to hit the target: participants grow confident using new skills and generally have a good feeling about the experience. You want to know how close to center of the target you struck. The first requires learning objectives (for you training types out there). The second requires evaluation.

In practice, the success of a pilot depends to some extent on the facilitator. When materials aren't quite right, the pace is slow, the activity crashes and burns, you want someone in front of the room who can pull a rabbit out of his or her ... hat. Our pilot went well. We saw our share of rabbits. Most lived through the experience of being yanked by the ears.

I mentioned internal political ructions in my last post. They continued, but aren't worth mentioning now. On that note, a truism: everyone chooses to involve themselves with co-workers based on a set of pre-requisites: commitment (how much do I respect this person), pragmatism (how will this help or hurt a relationship that may be tested in similar ways in the future), and neurosis (You can't push me around, I'm afraid of conflict, She got this attitude, etc. Insert yours here.). Here's my litmus-test question before giving feedback: Are we going to work together again and do I want it to work better next time? And that's all I need to say about that.

With one week left to go before my Rapture-by-jetliner, one thing I feel strongly as I look back over ten months is that people have been individually very warm to me. I'm grateful. Working with the same people all the time provides a lot of social support, even when it leads to conflict. And once you've earned a little respect, you begin to have the power of influence. Always less than you'd hope. But it's real. I have an undying hope to do good, make people better for having had to do with me. It's a little crazy (See above, re: neurosis). I'm very grateful for genuine kindness I've been offered here. I hope that my influence and the genuine kindness I returned totes up in the "good effect" column.