Welcome to the machine.

I teach graduate level TV writing sometimes. Why? ‘Cause they ask me to. Who is they? Don’t worry about it. (Not to be coy. I just like to keep my fingers in all the jam jars.) (Gross. Pretend I didn’t say that out loud.) (I didn’t.)

Anyhoo. I was teaching this dude at this institution over zoom last Friday night–it was our last class ever, supposed to end at 8pm PST /11pm PST but we were in OT by like 20 minutes because I have time blindness and he is polite– and I started panicking that I hadn’t transferred every last particle of wisdom from my brain to his. So as a kind of pedagogical hail mary, I hurled five words at him that had been floating in my head regarding how characters manipulate one another to get what they want.

I forgot what they were. But the next day I hurled a bunch more at him over text, along with some new categories in table format. And he was like, “stop teaching me.”

No, he didn’t say that. He told me it was a good idea and I believed him because he’s very smart. And so I tweaked it a bit more and posted it to insta and people liked it, and then today I made a reel and a PDF and now I have to stop because I have an actual job.

Side note: Writing active characters is very very hard. Especially for us playwrights, whose currency is language and electrons. Sometimes we forget to write what changes and instead we write what happens. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. But it’s harder to sustain on a small screen than it is in a shared live space with everyone facing the same direction and nobody folding their laundry.

So! I made a chart. Here’s the PDF if you want an official version with exercises and stuff. And here is just the chart:

A chart. I made it.

I think it works? Let me know if I’m wrong. Or just think it quietly to yourself and I’ll believe you like it because I’m sensitive and you’re a good person. ♥️

Are you free?

To talk? For like a second?

The strike is over, HEEEYYY, it’s over and it was very hard and progress was made and I think it’s finally sinking in that it is really and truly over. But while it wasn’t, I made some fitness content to help people stay healthy on the picket line and to keep myself sane and occupied. The vids can be used in a non-picketing capacity too, if you want. And no, I’m not monetized. I like giving out free shit. Also I have a ton of niche knowledge from my side gig and nowhere to dump it.

In other news… I spent the afternoon updating the Tripwire website (different side gig). In the middle of trying to untangle some tricky code I got clobbered by a cannonball of gratitude. Like, how lucky I am to be in the same field as the people who made those books with me? Not to be a dork, but theater is fucking cool. It’s intense and nerdy and awkward and psychotic and a little evil and I love it.

And if you make theater, you’re evil too and I love you and thank you for not stopping, ever.

Bye.

Wholesome pursuits.

Big props to the Omicron variant for refreshing my anxiety/phobia/fury at people who wear masks beneath their noses. I plan to distract myself from this new microbial purgatory with a host of habits/skills/interests I’ve acquired during the pandemy:

  1. The compulsive acquisition and propagation of a rather large assortment of houseplants. These remain unkilled at the time of this writing, which is nothing short of a miracle. Although I feel like I’m teetering between a hobby and an obsession. Where is the line? (Photographic evidence to follow.)
  2. Reaching Expert+ level on Beatsaber. I am alone on this journey. Please DM me on my regular Insta if you’d like to join a multiplayer room. I’m serious.
  3. A fresh addiction to TikTok. I won’t go into the myriad ways I ingest content on this platform, but I’ve also begun experimenting with content generation. No idea why. Blame the ‘rona.
  4. Some new fitness certifications. In addition to being a Yoga Alliance registered E-RYT® 200, I’m now a Certified Personal Trainer through NASM® and an official SPINNING® instructor. I wanna start a private training group geared toward writers and folks in the industry. DM me on my fitness Insta if you’re in interested.

I won’t discuss my towering stack of less-wholesome pursuits because I value your esteem. Instead, here’s a butt-ton of plants I haven’t murdered yet: