It was based on an annual tradition in the tiny town in Arkansas where my wife, Gwen the Beautiful, and I lived for almost a decade.
Well, we didn’t actually live in the town but on our property, Cloud Creek Ranch, which was about 12 miles away.
Today being Thanksgiving, my thoughts have turned in the direction of this now far-famed activity, so here’s the piece I wrote about it for my newspaper column, Live! From Paradise! back in 2005:
Whoo-hoo!
(And, speaking from a slightly more writerly perspective, “Whew.”)
A few years ago I wrote a book called Television Writing from the Inside Out, spilling everything I’ve learned about the art/craft and business of television writing and television in general after many, many, many (oy!) years of dedication, joy, and, yeah, the inevitable moments of despair.
For over 40 years people, upon hearing that I write-produce TV shows, have always – and I mean always, felt obligated to ask the not-very-musical question, “Why is television so bad?”
I hate this question for any number of reasons, starting with the fact that not only does it assume that the shows on TV are bad but also that I agree with that assumption. Which, for the record, I don’t.
A lovely day’s Drabble, from November 9, 2012:
Ever get an e-mail from me? Remember how it was signed?
Right, same as my posts on the TVWriter™ Message Board and most of my articles on this blog:
LYMI,