Tuesday, July 30, 2013


When I was writing screenplays 20 years ago, I had a low-tier agent who would not even give me a ride to the airport.

Now, I have a rejection by a top agent. They said my concept of Paw & Order was too edgy for the animation "space," by which they meant part of the filmmaking spectrum taken up by cartoons.

My story involves a lost satellite dish, not a war between a leather-clad babe and some bad guys, as part of Wreck It Ralph does. Now she was a little edgy, not to mention a slut pup.

I am heading for a gag-every-five-second pace, a la Robin Williams in the old days. Maybe Royale with Cheese type exchanges (no carfuls of brains, promise).

I dreamed the teaser opening (you know, like Law & Order does) last night. In truth, I dreamed most of this script.

My subconscious has more fun than I do.

But didn't you sense that?

Stay tuned.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

They say: Write crazy giraffe stuff you know

In my script Paw & Order, there is a giraffe named Victor.

His name comes from a group I belonged to in Washington DC several decades ago--the Victor Invictus Society.

It started in a regular Friday night salon at a design firm--people brought a bottle and sometimes the fun lasted all night, other times half an hour.

During one session, it came up that Victor, the giraffe at the London Zoo, had died trying to please his mate Arabella--he fell--and with the long neck, could not breathe lying down. The Royal Navy showed up with a sling, but it was too late for Victor.

The Victor Invictus Society was born--complete with lapel pin showing a dead giraffe in a sling. I still have mine someplace.

Victor--you are not forgotten. You will live again.