please don't scream, Dad...
Hi, my name is Michelle Paradise and I'm a Rules-a-holic.
(chorus of: "Hi Michelle")
I'd like to explain my absence from everything in my life (including this blog) except for the show I've been working on... ya see, we're under this incredible time crunch to get all the scripts written before we leave for pre-production and...
Blah blah blah. You don't care. I don't care. I'm bored of hearing myself talk (well, in this case, type) about deadlines and time crunches. You know it's time to put down the script and go to your blog when your dad tells you that he's so sick of staring at the same vanilla coffee creamer picture on the front page of the blog site that he's given up coffee entirely. And he's ready to scream. So I guess it really is time to post something new.
I'll give an update in a moment, but in the spirit of posting something new (and preventing my dad from screaming), I will now share something I've never shared before. I've never shared it before because it's never happened before. I will share: This Very Moment.
At this very moment, it's 5:27pm PST and I'm sitting in my MTV office which, by the way, has not changed IN THE SLIGHTEST from the picture I posted when I first moved in: fugly green chairs, white walls, 'n all. I have a candle burning on my desk (one of those 99 cent ones from the grocery store). To my left is a nearly empty bottle of water, a nearly empty cup of coffee, and a note reminding me which calls I need to return when I leave here and get into my car. The hideous flourescent lighting is off (as it always is) and my soft-white lamps are on (as they always are). To my right, propped against a desk lamp, is a fun cartoony book called "The Writer at Work," which was given to me as a gift from Bill's wife. Even just looking at the cover right now made me giggle. I'm listening to the less-than-soothing sounds of thumping, clapping, cackling, snorting, and bellowing from the folks who recently moved into the cubicles and offices near the foosball table and are, I'm guessing, currently taking a break from whatever production has been silencing them for most of the day. My neck is sore from hunching over my keyboard today. And I just took a break from typing this to look up at my whiteboard which has a note on it that I cannot share because it's related to a story beat in episode 4. And I just looked at all this I've typed and had the sudden realization: I'm not James Joyce. This isn't "Portrait of the Artist as a Young-ish Woman." I should stop typing about This Very Moment.
So, now that That Very Moment is over, I'll give you the brief update on where we are with the show:
-- Yes, the writing continues (102, 103, and 104 are now officially working production drafts and we're almost done with a first draft of 105!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- No, I haven't toilet-papered anyone recently.
-- Yes, that was me on the Enbrel commercial (good eye, Janice!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- Yes, pre-production has officially started (we've already hired some of our key crew and they're off doing things like scouting locations, prepping sets, etc.).
-- Yes, that means that the meetings have also officially started (today was a light day - only one!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- Yes, I have more than enough vanilla creamer (courtesy of my friend John, who sent me a 2.11 quart container of it... I have it on my desk and everyone is jealous of me).
-- No, the network didn't settle on a title in the time it took me to type all this.
Whew... I think that's pretty good for a new entry, don't you? Dad, what do you think? ;-)
(chorus of: "Hi Michelle")
I'd like to explain my absence from everything in my life (including this blog) except for the show I've been working on... ya see, we're under this incredible time crunch to get all the scripts written before we leave for pre-production and...
Blah blah blah. You don't care. I don't care. I'm bored of hearing myself talk (well, in this case, type) about deadlines and time crunches. You know it's time to put down the script and go to your blog when your dad tells you that he's so sick of staring at the same vanilla coffee creamer picture on the front page of the blog site that he's given up coffee entirely. And he's ready to scream. So I guess it really is time to post something new.
I'll give an update in a moment, but in the spirit of posting something new (and preventing my dad from screaming), I will now share something I've never shared before. I've never shared it before because it's never happened before. I will share: This Very Moment.
At this very moment, it's 5:27pm PST and I'm sitting in my MTV office which, by the way, has not changed IN THE SLIGHTEST from the picture I posted when I first moved in: fugly green chairs, white walls, 'n all. I have a candle burning on my desk (one of those 99 cent ones from the grocery store). To my left is a nearly empty bottle of water, a nearly empty cup of coffee, and a note reminding me which calls I need to return when I leave here and get into my car. The hideous flourescent lighting is off (as it always is) and my soft-white lamps are on (as they always are). To my right, propped against a desk lamp, is a fun cartoony book called "The Writer at Work," which was given to me as a gift from Bill's wife. Even just looking at the cover right now made me giggle. I'm listening to the less-than-soothing sounds of thumping, clapping, cackling, snorting, and bellowing from the folks who recently moved into the cubicles and offices near the foosball table and are, I'm guessing, currently taking a break from whatever production has been silencing them for most of the day. My neck is sore from hunching over my keyboard today. And I just took a break from typing this to look up at my whiteboard which has a note on it that I cannot share because it's related to a story beat in episode 4. And I just looked at all this I've typed and had the sudden realization: I'm not James Joyce. This isn't "Portrait of the Artist as a Young-ish Woman." I should stop typing about This Very Moment.
So, now that That Very Moment is over, I'll give you the brief update on where we are with the show:
-- Yes, the writing continues (102, 103, and 104 are now officially working production drafts and we're almost done with a first draft of 105!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- No, I haven't toilet-papered anyone recently.
-- Yes, that was me on the Enbrel commercial (good eye, Janice!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- Yes, pre-production has officially started (we've already hired some of our key crew and they're off doing things like scouting locations, prepping sets, etc.).
-- Yes, that means that the meetings have also officially started (today was a light day - only one!).
-- No, we don't have a title yet.
-- Yes, I have more than enough vanilla creamer (courtesy of my friend John, who sent me a 2.11 quart container of it... I have it on my desk and everyone is jealous of me).
-- No, the network didn't settle on a title in the time it took me to type all this.
Whew... I think that's pretty good for a new entry, don't you? Dad, what do you think? ;-)
posted by MP at 5:43 PM
4 Comments:
I think that was pretty good - only 6 or 7 references to Vanilla Creamer.
(I still do drink coffee). Looking forward to a blog about your road trip and hearing, finally, the name of the show. How about "An Unnamed Show" starring people of whom you've never heard but soon will. By the way, we need a DNA test to determine if you're really my daughter. Much love.
*roflmao
THAT WAS WORTH WAITING FOR!!!!
*little dance of happiness: jumping through the office, on the knees, banging head, jumping back up, shaking bootie, great saturdaynightfeverpose and bow
i felt exactly like your dad about this picture and i have to thank him very much for screaming at you!
Hi Michelle.
Hi Dad. By the way, I think you have a very talented daughter. She leaves quite an impression. (What can I say, I recognized her from a teeny spot on that Embrel commercial).
I agree with everything nico said.(Janice waves to nico!).
Thanks for the update, MP! I'm glad things are rolling along.
Carry on.
(nico waves back to janice =D )
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