Meanwhile, back in the land of the lesbian/pygmy/absinth script...

Waiting.

Waiting to hear back from Producer Dude on the contracts for Siege.

Waiting to hear back from some peeps of Charlie's who are reading another script of ours.

Waiting to hear back from My Manager on the status of the TV Project of mine.

So with time to kill, it's time to turn back to our standby favorite, the aquatic cats/married siblings/Galapagos script we've written. We got back some notes from Assistant to My Manager (My Manager didn't love it, but also didn't stop Assistant to My Manager from taking a liking to it and helping with notes) and we've read them. Even had a phone call between Charlie and myself. He sounds just like Bob Balaban on the phone, it's eerie.

So I'm taking first stab. The notes are all kinda "You need more character" and "You need a different plot" and so forth, but the really big one is "Hey, you know that big reveal that you do on page 65? It should come about 30 pages earlier."

So I'm moving pivotal information into the beginning of the second act, and seeing how that changes absolutely everything else that happens.

The fun never stops.

Actually, it's a good note. And it will, indeed, add a lot of tension and conflict into an otherwise "Star Trek" world, where the characters all like each other (at first, anyway) and the conflict comes from outside. That sort of script is soooo 1993. Today, people want everyone to be flawed, everyone to fight, and everyone to get naked and dance on a severed head.

Don't they?

We'll see.