So.
This week I also started a class on Writing for TV, from the UCLA Writers Program. It’s online. And you’ll never guess who’s teaching this one. Erica Byrne, one of the writers of my all-time favorite show ever, La Femme Nikita. Our first assignment is to pick a current show and come up with a premise and logline for a spec episode. Yikes!!!!!!!!!! I’m in heaven. I’m in hell. Why, you may well ask, am I taking a class on writing for tv? I really think I’ll learn some valuable techniques, and maybe a different way of looking at story. And theme. And all those other elusive writer things that screenwriters do so well and so consciously. I believe tv writing might have a lot in common with writing genre fiction. Rules. Length. Parameters. Tightness. Pacing. But they really work at structure a lot more than we do. It’ll be interesting to delve into their secrets.
And did I mention I have a book due Dec 1? Well, I’m definitely not going to mention I’m stuck on chapter 4. In case my editor somehow finds and reads this. :D This should be an easy one. Sex and murder on the beach. How hard can that be? It should be writing itself. Someone tell that to my characters, please. ::sigh::
Yeah. And then it’s premier week on tv. Thank god for Tivo. More on that later.
But this time I’ve really gone over the edge. I’ve signed up for a multitude of classes this “semester.” I love school. I’ve never understood how anyone could not love going to college. I think I went for 12 years or so (off and on between other things). Of course, I tended to take only the classes I liked and not the ones that were required, so maybe that had something to do with my enjoyment. We won’t go into any of the other reasons. My kids might be reading this. (snort) Right. 
This should be fun. 