Only 2-and-a-Half Weeks Left to Enter PEOPLE’S PILOT 2019 Writing Contest

Lest anybody out there forget–

Over $20,000 in prizes & entry bonuses!



SPECIAL DISCOUNT for Web Series & Audio Fiction Series Pilots – See ‘Enter’ Page for Details!

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You’ve got from now until the 10 p.m. November 1, 2019 to pay the entry fee of $40 (20% lower than last year!) and upload your pilot script for your own original series, of any length and in any genre, intended for electronic media – broadcast TV, cable or satellite TV, the internet, you name it.



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How Hollywood Writing Credits Really Work

This should be required reading for every aspiring film (and to a lesser extent TV) writer. The smart ones will read this before coming to L.A.

Meet the Writer of ‘Gemini Man’ (Who Didn’t Actually Write ‘Gemini Man’)
by Borys Kit

Sitting near the back of the Chinese Theatre, in between his wife and his parents, Darren Lemke watched the big Imax screen light up, Gemini Man unfolding before his eyes.

He was at the Paramount-Skydance movie’s Sunday night premiere and had walked the red carpet not too far from star Will Smith and director Ang Lee. And why not? He had his name in the credits, right next to David Benioff, the famous co-creator of the Game of Thrones TV show, and Billy Ray, who was nominated for an Oscar for writing Captain Phillips.

But Lemke was having a vortex of emotion and in the midst of a surreal, almost out-of-body experience that was also tinged with a bittersweetness.

Because despite having his name in the credits, despite walking the red carpet, Lemke had nothing to do with the movie currently playing onscreen.

But the fact that the movie exists at all has everything to do with him. And that’s because Gemini Man is a quirky example of how no idea is truly dead in Hollywood, shows that every movie has its own road to the screen and reminds people that the 1990s spec script market was its own wild animal.

In the mid-1990s, Lemke was working at a grocery store, pushing carts and pushing 27, writing murder-mystery theater in North Jersey. A graduate of New York City’s School of Visual Arts, he had seen his classmates enthusiastically rush to Los Angeles after graduation, then slowly return like soldiers from the warfront. He stayed behind, tapping away at the keyboard on spec scripts, all action and thriller.

In a weird only-in-Hollywood confluence, only in this case it was only-in-Jersey, he went out to the movies one night, giving a script to a friend of a friend’s brother, who gave it to an assistant to a movie producer, who then gave it to said movie producer….

Read it all at

Every Marvel Fan Needs This Stan Lee Action Figure

At last! The world’s consciousness awakens and gives a WRITER his due!

Gotta admit it. This TVWriter™ minion can’t imagine continuing living in our wonderful world of the future without this 6″ “Marvel Universe”Stan Lee figure on top of his PC case. Or crammed in my knapsack next to my iPad.

I mean, look at this:

Available wherever profound esoterica is sold. (I found it at the Target store in Seattle’s Pike Plaza.)

Just Between Us Department: We also need a Jack Kirby Action Figure, but that’s highly unlikely because let’s face it, the universe just plain isn’t big enough to contain such Kirbyesque grandeur.

Larry Brody: Live! From Paradise! #67 – “There’s Something Wrong with Sebastion”

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THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to  the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.

In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.

Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.

by Larry Brody

A couple of months ago, when Gwen the Beautiful and I were over at Doug the Dog Breeder’s house, he and his wife Anita introduced us to Dora, a young woman with a month old baby.

Dora and her husband, who wasn’t there, were renting a trailer on the property next door. They were new in Paradise and, “We love it here,” Dora said.

After Dora and her baby left, Doug filled me in a little.

“Dora’s husband’s name is Sebastian,” he said. “Hails from Texas. Dora’s from Oklahoma. They moved in last week. Sebastian’s a carpenter. Not good enough to do finish work, but he’s a decent framer. He’s already got himself a home remodeling job.”

“Sounds industrious,” I said. “Like a man making a good start.”

“Yep, sounds that way.”

But I could see from the look on Doug’s face that he wasn’t all that sure. A couple of minutes later, after Anita and Gwen went outside, I found out I was right.

“There’s something wrong with Sebastian,” he said. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I know it’s there. He’s twice as old as Dora is. Won’t talk about his past. I don’t trust a man with no stories.”

Doug’s an ex-lawman. A former federal marshal. When he says he doesn’t trust someone, I listen. This time, though, there wasn’t anything more to listen to. Not until last week, when I stopped by to see Doug’s latest litter. Six round, fat, little golden retriever pups.

Across the yard, through the fence, I saw Anita and a middle-aged woman I didn’t know come out of the trailer with Dora and the baby. They walked over to a beat-up old Dodge with boxes piled up inside and a U-Haul trailer attached to the back.

After a last hug from Anita, Dora and the baby got into the car. The other woman took her place at the wheel, and they drove off. “That’s Dora’s mother,” Doug said. “Taking her daughter and granddaughter home.”

“I thought they were happy here,” I said.

Doug looked out at the road. “Remember what I said about the husband? Sebastian? Turns out he was a convicted felon in Texas.

“Dora met him on the internet,” Doug continued. “He came to see her in Oklahoma, and sparks flew. They got married without Sebastian ever telling his bride what he was. Mama didn’t like him and kicked him out right after the baby was born. Dora chose to stand by her man.

“Things went pretty well for awhile. Then, a couple of weeks ago, two Deputy Sheriffs came by and arrested Sebastian for violating parole, and for not registering as a sex offender, which is what he really is. Dora’s been crying ever since.

I thought about what Doug was saying. “How do you suppose the law knew to find the guy here?”

Doug shrugged. “Could have to do with the fact that somebody who knew what he was doing dug into Sebastian’s past. And that same somebody also learned that the people whose house Sebastian was working at everyday had a young son, same age as the boy who figured in his conviction.”

We left the puppies. Walked over to the run where Doug keeps Boomer, their hundred and twenty-five pound daddy.

Doug was still talking: “It could even have to do with the fact that it’s one thing for a man to try to mend himself and another for him to welcome back an old pattern guaranteed to cause misery to everybody around him–”

Doug looked like he had more on his mind, but Boomer’s happy barking as he saw his favorite human interrupted him. The dog high-tailed it over to our end of his run, barking and wagging and leaping excitedly.

Like all folks who are good with dogs, Doug had a pocketful of treats. “Hey, Boomer! Here you go, boy!” He reached over the fence and fed his big friend.

Boomer chowed down. Barked for more. “Know what I love most about dogs?” Doug said. “We can change their patterns. All it takes is a little work. And they can’t lie or hold back about it. All they can be is honest and open and true.”

He scrounged a few more liver snaps from his pocket. As Boomer gulped them down, Doug’s face squinched up into a look I couldn’t quite identify but was either ineffable sadness or radiant joy.

Why the WGA-ATA Showdown Matters

by Larry Brody

Here’s the latest official news on the WGA-ATA Battle of the Writing & Writers’ Agent Stars, direct from the WGA Negotiating Committee.

Here’s how Deadline.Com has reported it:

WGA Makes Its Case For Requiring Agencies To Turn Over Writers’ Contracts and Invoices

Here’s how Deadline.Com has reported the ATA’s response:

Association Of Talent Agents Calls Out WGA Over Demand That Agencies Turn Over Writers’ Contracts

I find the phrase “calls out,” which by its very definition is a statement that what’s being “called out” is a lie, insulting to the Guild and its members. And I know I’m not the only one.

More to come, of course.

In Solidarity,