Naively I had been writing a script in my own mind for the sitcom I call my life, and actually believed it was all just going to happen as written. Then some of the most important characters in the script stopped reading their lines correctly, they would constantly improv and change the entire scene. Soon I figured out that my "happily ever after" final episode was never going to be acted out. I tried a writers strike! But my union couldn't help. It has taken me a while now to realize that I'm not a writer (that's Cecily's' department ;]) I never did have control of their script. It was never up to me to write it in the first place. I have to say the storyline I was writing I liked a lot better then the one I have been watching unfold in front of my eyes. And I can't see the "happily ever after" that comes with this reality show. Thankfully there is someone who truly knows the script for these characters. I know he loves them, and I have the faith that he will let them write their own "happily ever after" if they chose. As for my sitcom ............ It is, what it is, and Life goes on!
February 26, 2009
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