Speaking of NBC and Leno, I reserve comment on whether or not Leno broke strike rules until I have all the facts. I know, it's a crazy way to do business...
The Leno picket was interesting. I was picketing the Alameda entrance, where Leno's audience lines up. There seemed to be two different groups. One group knew fucking well they were crossing a picket line and tried to uncomfortably ignore us. The other group had no Goddam idea what was going on and they kept staring at us. Now, if they were all there to see Huckabee, I understand their reaction. Because Huckabee, a self-proclaimed friend of unions, literally SNUCK into NBC. Nobody even saw him. He repeatedly pretended wide-eyed ignorance (a grand quality in a presidential candidate), claiming he thought Leno had made a deal with the WGA. It's one thing to lie well. It's another to lie worse than a four-year-old.
I don't get too political here. There are other places for that sort of thing and I'm just not interested in being attacked by a whole different group of internet crazies. But Mike Huckabee, current Republican front-runner, proved that he cares more about running for President than he does about the people he wants to vote for him. He's a fucking idiot, a hypocritical, slimy pustule of a human being. And we can't have a President Huckabee. It's too quirky.
I'm sure you all saw the comments from yet another dreary Anonymous. According to Anonymous, who is a below-the-line person:
I find your comments appalling.
By the way Kay, the reason you don't get hired on TeeVee is because... well, let's face it, you're just not good enough. You need to deal with that, dear.
No, I'm not basing it from your blog writing. I'm basing it from the fact that nobody calls you. It's very simple.
The good writers always get called.
I did not know that below-the-line crew people were aware of how many phone calls I receive. Fascinating. I'm curious about Anonymous's point in posting this. I imagine him/her, fingers shaking in rage as he/she types furiously, going, "I'll show YOU. I'm gonna hurt your feelings." Well, um... who are you, exactly? Because just some asshat blasting away at me on a blog isn't having any effect.
Pretty soon (when the DGA will strike a deal) the WGA will capitulate and go back to work and although I'm very happy we all will go back to work I'm a little bummed, I would have loved to see the writers starve.
And you know, just because there are only few posters against the writers, it doesn't mean we are the minority. Of course pro-writers are going to be the main constituency in blogs like yours.
I just know that everybody in my crew hates you. And we are in the hundreds.
Heh. You understand that executive producers hire the crew, yes? I don't know which show you're on, but it sounds like you're miserable on a daily basis. So the best thing that could happen to you is for you to go back to work. Let's make that anger ulcer even bigger!
I know you won't post this and it's OK. I just wanted you to read it.
That was entirely too clear, which is why I posted it. And also to give a little holiday present to the folks who read this blog and have already torn you a new asshole, Anonymous.
Sorry your show sucks, and you're so fucking miserable. Oh, and I hate you, too. Is that better?
Things have been hopping in Strike Central over the past week or so. Because the AMPTP is deliberately silent, there are writers who are freaking out. I get that a lot of people thought the strike would be over by the new year, but come on. Be real for a minute. It was never a vanity strike. Just because Americans on the whole are fat and happy doesn't mean that's how life is going to go. Of course the strike is still going on. It could go on for months. If it does, then it does. The real question is, how do you want to handle that? For some people, handling it means latching onto every little rumor and tidbit, obsessively refreshing Nikki Finke's blog, and repeating, over and fucking over again, that we shouldn't be striking over reality and animation.
For the rest of us, handling it means fucking handling it. Yeah, it sucks. It's not often that the members of an entire industry get to see what they're made of. Our industry feeds on rumors anyway but now the rumors actually have to do with our fucking livelihoods. It's all a lot more real now. So people are losing it. We're in a vacuum here. The AMPTP isn't talking FOR A REASON. I thought that would be fairly obvious, but apparently that's not the case.
The notion that there are WGA members who aren't behind the leadership shouldn't be news to anyone. Okay? Moving on...
Several high-profile WGA members have put together a series of essays, called http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifWhy We Write, which come from other high-profile writers. The goal is to, I think, put a human face on the strike, similar in a way to the A Working Writer video blog.
I've read a few of them, and they're interesting, poetic, infuriating, sad and dramatic. So I started thinking about that question. Sometimes I think of the blog as musings on that question, but one essay? Hmm. When I worked at Universal, we had rooms full of battered metal filing cabinets. Those cabinets were full of coverage, dating from the beginning of time to the present. The first pieces of coverage were typed on onion skin paper and weren't true synopses, but brief summaries.
I spoke to a former story analyst who'd worked there, back in the day. He had an amusing story about synopsizing "War and Peace" for a producer. He did a real synopsis, which was dozens of pages long, but that was too dense for the producer. So he shortened it. Still too long. Finally, after a lot of work, he got the synopsis of "War and Peace" down to a page. The producer read it and said, "I don't see a story here." Of course he didn't. The synopsis was so short that everything that made the story an actual story had to be cut for the sake of brevity.
I feel that way about why I write.
It's easy to say "I write because I love to tell stories," or "I write because I can't not write," or "I write because I want to make bags of money not doing any real work," or "I write because everything inspires me." But to me, writing is much more complex than that. There's something primal and alchemical about it, as if some long dormant hind-brain awakens as soon as I open a blank document.
Philip K. Dick (come on, you KNEW it was coming) tried to write an exegesis, an explanation of God, which he also tried to incorporate in his writing. He wanted the answer -- does God exist, and if so, what the fuck does God want? Why are we here? You know, the easy shit. So he wrote and wrote and wrote and NEVER found the answer. But he always felt like it was right within his grasp. All he had to do was reach a little further, understand a little better.
"Why I Write" is like asking "Why Am I Here?" It's impossible to answer. It's an unquantifiable exegesis. A quest. Boiling it down to a few paragraphs is, in my opinion, a fruitless enterprise.
I dunno. Maybe I write because I don't do heroin.
np -- Sixnationstate, "Sixnationstate." First truly cool album of 2008!