So I tried to be fairly aloof on here about what was going on with this whole trip to LA, but I have decided there's really no reason to be. I'll take you through the events of the past year or so.
July 2004: I complete a play that I had been tinkering with since college, and have a strongly received read-through with a group of friends and actors. I begin considering how to get the play produced by Christmas, as it takes place around the holidays. Several weeks after I complete said play, the film Garden State is released and has essentially the exact same plot. Dismayed, I do nothing with the play.
September 2004: A friend and co-worker calls at 3AM and asks if I'd like to write a television pilot with him about our experiences. I agree.
October 2004 through September 2005: MUCH procrastinating and false startery ensue. Every time we sit down to write, the call of pizza, alcohol, or a "Felicity" marathon proves too strong to resist.
October 2005: We get our shit together, buckle down and write. Combining my writing partner's love of "OC"-type melodrama and my love of dick jokes, we produce what we feel is a really solid hour-long-more-comedy-than-drama-dramedy pilot script. We show it to some people, and the consensus seems to be that it is good but we should make it a half-hour sitcom. We repeatedly hear that "people don't want to laugh for an hour." And why would they? Laughter being so unpleasant and all.
November 2005: We cut 30 pages, fashion it into a sitcom and get it on the desk of an influential person at Network A. Said person tells us he really liked it but that it is too edgy for Network A and we should pitch it to Network B. We start making plans to do just that. Two weeks later Network B announces a pilot with the exact same premise and title as ours. We receive misguided e-mails congratulating us on their success. Mass confusion and minor vomiting all around. We ask around, trying to figure out what happened, how it happened, if there is a legal issue, etc.
This hubbub gets our script on the desk of an even more influential person, where it will remain for a few months, presumably buried under scripts for "Joey" spinoffs and crime dramas teaming Joe Pantoliano with a sassy black orphan/robot/orphaned robot.
February 2006: Influential person reads it, loves it, requests more writing from us. We write him a "spec" script, and he sends our material out to agents with his endorsement. We crap our pants.
March 2006: My writing partner and I head out to Los Angeles to meet with a variety of agents. Many In-N-Out burgers are consumed, and certainly live up to their name. I do my best to douche up my appearance for these meetings: blazer, jeans, hair gel. The week is beyond stressful but very exciting, and we eventually sign with the William Morris Agency.
And now the waiting game begins. We head out again in a few weeks to meet with executive types, and God willing we'll be writing on a show by summer's end.
Pretty rad, right?
Again, keep me in your prayers, thoughts, hearts and pants. If this happens, there will be champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
Everyone else will receive a small glass of Caffeine Free Diet Coke.
Personally, I would prefer a delicious In-N-Out burger, but way to go!
Congrats Pat.
So, what, no more Podcasts? What's the deal? Not that I'm saying I don't
like reading what you're laying down, but what about the other two guys on
that podcast? Where are they? I'm voting for more podcasts. thanks.
I am very very happy for you, Pat, as I have already told you. I am also
happy for myself, cause this means there will be two more writers in
Hollywood that I actually know whenever I finally get my butt in gear like
you folks and write a damned spec script...just promise you'll still take
my calls/emails then...
PS- I just now saw your request re: Peppermint Pattie Brownies...I have now
posted it on my blog. yippee.
PS- I just now saw your request re: Peppermint Pattie Brownies...I have now
posted it on my blog. yippee.
Throwing another soda story into the mix ... My friends and I were over at
my house in maybe 8th or 9th grade, sampling from the folks' liquor
cabinet. We decided to make Rum and Cokes. Of course, my parents only
bought generic soda, so instead we drank Rum and Diet Caffeine Free Big K.
Every time I think about it, I dry heave just a little. (Anybody else know
Big K? It was Kroger brand soda. I think they only have it in the midwest).
"I do my best to douche up my appearance for these meetings: blazer, jeans,
hair gel."
Excellent work, bud--sounds awesome. Congratulations!
I heard they used to use Caffeine Free Diet Coke to defoliate jungle cover
in Vietnam.