The following article about Apple TV+ and what is or isn’t wrong with it has gotten us thinking. Naturally, this being TVWriter™ and all, what we’re thinking about clearly isn’t unthinkable, but it sure feels unsolveable. Is the biggest problem of TV itself simply that it isn’t really TV anymore.
Oh well.
Here’s what going on, socially and professionally, at the Writers Guild of America West this month:
Events listed are current at time of publication. Dates and details are subject to change during the month.
LB’s NOTE: Irregular but always worth waiting for TVWriter™ contributor Pj McIlvaine is a prolific writer/author/screenwriter/writer/journalist. She has been published in The New York Times, Newsday, and a host of other places. Her Showtime movie, My Horrible Year (with Mimi Rogers, Karen Allen and Eric Stoltz) was nominated for a Daytime Emmy.
We tell you all this so you’ll understand the scale of the opportunity Ms. McIlvaine is offering us all now.
PJ McIlvaine has written a picture book titled, LITTLE LENA AND THE BIG TABLE. She has agreed to share a copy with one lucky winner. All you have to do to get in the running is to leave a comment. Reblog, tweet, or talk about it on Facebook with a link and you will get additional chances to win. Just let me know the other things you do to share the good news, so I can put in the right amount of tickets in my basket for you.
Everything we all need to know about the Father of Cyberspace.
Suppose you’ve been asked to write a science-fiction story. You might start by contemplating the future. You could research anticipated developments in science, technology, and society and ask how they will play out. Telepresence, mind-uploading, an aging population: an elderly couple live far from their daughter and grandchildren; one day, the pair knock on her door as robots. They’ve uploaded their minds to a cloud-based data bank and can now visit telepresently, forever. A philosophical question arises: What is a family when it never ends? A story flowers where prospective trends meet.
Last Thursday was my birthday. I’m not going to go into how old I am. Let’s put it this way – I’m older than I ever thought humanly possible.
I’m so old that time now passes twice as fast for me as it did back when I, erm, wasn’t so old. What I remember as happening last week in fact happened two years ago. What I remember happening five years ago actually occurred ten years in the past.
Actually, my time lapse sense is more subjective than that, which I didn’t realize until sitting down and writing the paragraphs above, and looking at a picture my wife, Gwen the Beautiful, just put up on Facebook.