San Diego Comic Con 2008

I had a great time in San Diego.  Make no mistake about that.  But toward the end of the convention, I acquired a bronchial congestion that has taken me some days to get over.  Still coughing a bit, but it’s clearing out (which is a good thing, since I’m going on another trip soon!).

Comic Con for me begins around noon on the Wednesday of Preview Night.  Across the road from the Convention Center is a restaurant called the Tin Fish.  They have a clam chowder that I enjoy, and a lovely patio sitting area, where you can view the Convention Center and mediate on all the walking you will be doing in that huge building.

San Diego Convention Center 2008

San Diego Convention Center 2008

 

That picture only captures a portion of the building.

One of the things to while away the time, waiting for registration to open is to watch the fountain on the plaza.  It had a barrier around it this year.  In fact, when I arrived at the Tin Fish, some men were working on it.

Fountain in front of the Tin Fish

Fountain in front of the Tin Fish

 

It was amusing to watch the local birds (not just pigeons, mind you) playing in the water spray.  There was one that seemed to particularly delight in getting a shower.

But eventually, the convention hall opened, and the thousands of attendees flowed into the huge hall.  I made a bee-line for the DC Comic booth, and found my friend Gail Simone planted behind the signing table, greeting fans and signing autographs.  I got this great shot of her when a couple of people opened up a bit of space for a moment: isn’t she bright and cheerful? (And fabulous looking too!)

Gail Simone

Gail Simone

 

From there, on my way toward Artists Alley, I stopped at the Image pavillion, to finally meet face to face the charming Colleen Doran, whose own site and blog I visit regularly.  The deluxe edition of the Tori Amos Comic Book Tattoo had arrived at the booth, and fans were snatching up the expensive (but gorgeous) volume.  In this picture, Colleen is autographing the story she did the artwork for.

Colleen Doran

Colleen Doran

 

From there, I trudged the distance through the teaming masses (I’m not kidding!) to visit with a couple of friends in Artists Alley.

The first was illustrator Sue Dawe.  She and her husband live in the San Diego area, so she sells prints and such at ComicCon.

Sue Dawe

Sue Dawe

 

I then stopped to chat with my friend Steve Lieber.  Always cheerful, we caught up on what each of us has been doing.  And I made a playful whine that his wife, Sara Ryan, had not written a new chapter to her entertaining “Flytrap” series (with reason, Steve told me she’s been working on a novel).

Steve Lieber

Steve Lieber

 

Back I trudged to the center of the Hall, and located the booth that Coppervale Studio was sharing, expecting to find James Owen planted there.  Instead, I found his trusty brother, Jeremy, holding down the fort.  Coppervale Studio would have a hard time functioning without the management skills of Jeremy.  But he’s also an entertaining guy – and writer working on his own novel – as well.

Jeremy Owen

Jeremy Owen

 

Eventually, James showed up, to sign various things for the fans that came buy copies of his novels, or Starchild volumes, or prints of artwork.

James A. Owen

James A. Owen

 

There was a lot to see and do. Many interesting panels.  But pictures of panels are hardly entertaining. I also have not quite gotten the knack of taking pictures of all the folks in costumes, even though there were a lot of very interesting ones.

Pokemon's Pikachu

Pikachu

I did take a picture of a Pokemon.  I pitied the person who had to wear it all weekend.

J. Michael Straczynski line

Line of folks waiting for J. Michael Straczynski

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there’s the always entertaining J. Michael Straczynski.  He actually had two sessions: the first was specifically about writing, the second just holding forth on whatever folks asked him about.  I try not to miss any session he has; it’s always worth the wait in line.

J. Michael Straczynski

J. Michael Straczynski

 

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Where Is the Christian Short Fiction Market?

(Originally posted on LiveJournal)

So, now that I’m out of Jeopardy! and am gearing up to work on lots of my own writing, it occured to me the other day that now would be the time to get a current copy of The Writer’s Market. So, I got the 2009 edition, and when I got home I thumbed through it.

In the course of my sorting through old boxes of papers, I had unearthed the manuscript of a short story I’d written several years ago. Another of those “I thought I’d totally lost this” pieces. It happens to be a Christmas story set in Biblical times. It needs some work and polishing, to be sure. But I was happy to find it, as I’d liked the story.

Like the “good” freelancer I’ve just become, it occured to me there might be some place to sell the story to. So I went thrumbing through the “religious magazines” section of The Writer’s Market. There are many pages of such publications, most of the Christian. But you want to know the one thing that startled me, as I read the entries for what they were looking for? Apparently, not one of them publishes fiction! Plenty of non-fiction and devotional meditations, and personal anecdotes. But fiction? Not one opening.

Where is the Christian fiction market?What’s going on here?

I participate in some fellowships here in Hollywood that are geared toward Christians who work in the entertainment business. And there is a lot of discussion about how the modern Church (regardless of denomination) has fallen down on its support of the arts and artistic expression. I’m used to it in the realm of film and television. But the idea that Christian publishers have totally abandoned the fiction front startled me. Is there some sort of thinking that fiction is somehow corrupt? How can that be? Jesus taught by telling stories!

Yes, I know there are certain Christian publishing houses that publish “Christian fiction” in books. But what about outlets for short fiction? For stories that do not call for a full volume of verbage?

It was disappointing to find I had a story for no official market. What shall I do? I’m considering going forward with polishing the piece to my satisfaction, and then posting it on my website for folks to read. I wonder if I could charge, like a dollar, for each access to the story? A complicated thing that, and I’m sure PayPal would be “happy” with a bunch of one dollar transfers. Seems like that wouldn’t be a useful solution. It may end up just being freely available.

But back to the more general question: what if I were to pursue a more general market? Has the world become so post-Christian, that a mainstream publication would turn away a story in which Jesus was a character? My vague feeling is that the story would likely be rejected, no matter how well written.

*sigh*

(It’s not that I’m planning on writing a lot of “Christian fiction”, but there is bound to be the occasional story like this one. They seem destined to be orphans of publication.

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sartorias – Aug. 2nd, 2008

My sense is that there are deep demoninational splits–so that what is acceptable to one group is satan’s spawn to another.

You might do some trolling about on line, seeking Christian fiction markets through Google and subsequent links.

scribblerworks – Aug. 3rd, 2008

Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll probably look into it all when I get back after MythCon.

It just struck me as weird that none of the magazines published fiction, even though they were up for the personal stories and meditations.

wild_patience – Aug. 3rd, 2008

That’s funny. When I subscribed to a Christian women’s magazine a few years ago, I thought it published fiction. But I’m not 100% sure and even if it did then, it may no longer do so.

What about the standard women’s magazines like Redbook, Good Housekeeping, and Ladies’ Home Journal. Do they publish fiction? Maybe they might be open to explicitly Christian fiction.

And the Paypal $1 donation thing is working for the Shadow Unit folks (Emma Bull, Elizabeth Bear, Sarah Monette, and Will Shetterly for the writers plus an artist whose name I can’t recall) if you want to go the online route. I don’t know how much money they’re getting off of it, but I always contribute (through the Amazon link — I don’t do Paypal, it confuses me) when they put up a new episode.

scribblerworks – Aug. 3rd, 2008

I’ll look into those further.

*sigh* The more I rifle around the Writer’s Market, the more evident it is that I shall have to get myself an agent. Well, I knew that was on the agenda eventually, but I can’t ignore it.

mattdocmartin – Aug. 3rd, 2008

What? A guy born of a virgin mother who was killed and brought back to life 3 days later not enough fiction for you?

😉

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Out of Jeopardy!

It’s a joke I’ve made for years, wanting to move on from my job at Jeopardy! in order to focus more on my own projects.  Well, it’s finally come to pass.  Basically, my specific position was eliminated for budgetary reasons.  But, since it came at a time when, at long last seriously, I’d been trying to figure out how to manage a change in employment, it has worked out really well.

Jeopardy! has been a great place for me all these years.  It was my first job in Show Business, and I never expected it to last 18 years!  But for a writer who wasn’t making the income from writing, it’s been a terrific job.  I was a researcher, which meant my job was to verify factoids in clues, to make sure the clues are accurate.  Jeopardy! double sources facts, so it was always stimulating.  In these years, I’ve looked a more things than would ever have occured to me on my own — and I have pretty broad interests!  I’ve talked with the expert on Komodo Dragons, and toured the Nevada nuclear test grounds – things that came to me directly (the Komodo Dragons) or indirectly (connections made through calling experts for nuclear test info) because of the job.

I remember when I interviewed for the job, at one point I called myself an “infojunkie”.  And that remains true.  As a writer, my research skills have been honed and polished by the years on the show.  And as a writer, because of the broad range of things the show covers, I now have a nodding acquaintence with all sorts of arenas and types of knowledge that would not have occured to me.

In short, it’s been good.

So, saying goodbye has been filled with bits of sadness, in spite of the excitement of the new prospects.  On Wednesday, the staff gave me a good-bye lunch, and I was touched by the expressions of good-will from my co-workers.  They are a great bunch of people to work with.  And it has been a delight where being a geek about something is actually appreciated!  I wish them all the best, especially for the coming season, when the show celebrates its 25th Anniversary of it’s syndicated run.

I stupidly forgot to get out my camera for the luncheon, so I didn’t snag pictures of all those friendly faces.  But I did take a picture of the lovely cut flowers they gave me, when I got the flowers home.

Goodby flowers from Jeopardy!I do have to make note of one special person, who made every day lovely with her greeting.  Luci Sweron serves the office as our receptionist, but she does far more than that.  She tracks everyone’s presence, she keeps track of supply orders, she plays den mother and jokes with the staff.  To call her an office manager would make it sound far to stiff and formal for how she conducts matters.  I enjoyed stopping to chat with her when I came in each morning, and I will miss her.  She very sweetly took me to lunch on Tuesday, and we had a lovely chat at a sidewalk cafe near the studio.

Jeopardy's valuable receptionistHer smile and her laugh are a joy.

So, I’ve now wrapped up one era of my life and am moving on to new adventures.  But I felt I needed to proclaim my appreciation of my Jeopardy! colleagues.  They work hard to keep the show lively and up-to-date, so they deserve the notice.

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Kermit makes people smile

For several years now, I’ve shared my office at work with a full-sized Kermit the Frog.  I’d gotten him during the period when Sony had the license on the Muppet characters.  He’s spent this time sitting on a chair in one corner, smiling cheerfully at the folks who’d come it.  It was fun to have him there.

But now, since I’m wrapping up my employment there, I realized he was going to have to come home (actually, he’s never been to the apartment) sometime.  He’s a bit bulky.  So last night I decided the time had come.

Kermit the Frog

He has posable hands (flippers?), so I wrapped his arms around my neck, hooked his hands together, and carried him piggy back from the office to the parking structure. It amused me.  Shortly after stepping out of the building, I passed one woman, who got a smile on her face as she realized it was Kermit peeking over my shoulder.  A few yards later, a guy coming out of one of the sound stages, looked up as I went by, and said “You’ve got something on your back!” Heh.

When I got to my car, I planted my shoulder bag on the passenger seat, and Kermit sat on top of that.  His head was just visible above the bottom of the passenger window.  As I drove out of the parking structure, I saw at least one person register the large frog sitting beside me, and she smiled.

I’m not sure if drivers on my way home noticed him, though.  Not that it matters.  But now he is at home, and I can see he’s quite content about it.

 

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The Effect of Bad Teachers

(Originally posted on LiveJournal)

Over on the Comic Book Resources Forums, on Gail Simone’s board “You’ll All Be Sorry”, she started a thread about Bad Teachers. She asked for stories about bad teachers, wherever they were encountered in one’s education.

The Bad TeacherBut it got me thinking about how much we resent bad teachers we’ve had, even years later. The experiences seem to be something more than just an “unfortunate occasion” that we try to forget, like social gaffs. We seem to have this deep desire to actually learn, and when teachers grossly fail to teach, we know it as being in a way harmful to ourselves.

And that I find very interesting. In spite of many people saying they didn’t like school, or don’t like learning stuff, they too seem to have that resentment of bad teaching. I think it’s encouraging about human nature, to know there is that underlying thirst for more knowledge.

One story I related in that thread had to deal with my Second Grade teacher. In First Grade, I and two friends were doing so well in our reading, our teacher (whom I adored, I think — she was great!) gave the three of us the Third Grade reader, let us sit out in the hall during Reading Period, and away we went, taking turns reading aloud (and enjoying real stories, instead of the stupid “Look, Jane! See Spot run!” bits. Of course, over the summer, I continued reading, on my own. And, it seems clear now, silently and speedily.

Anyway, the first day of class in Second Grade, when we got to the Reading Period and were sitting in the circle, pro-active me spoke up and said that I, Karen and Colleen (I think they were in the same Second Grade class with me, but I’m not sure) had been reading from the Third Grade reader. Actually, I’d spoken up because I really, really did not want to go back to having to read that stupid Second Grade reader. Now, you’d think this information about advanced reading would have been on my school records and she would have read it before the school year started. But apparently not, because in response to my statement, she had me open the reader and read from the first page.

Now, mind you, I think this was the first time in three months I had read anything aloud. So I started reading the stepped up “Jane, Spot is running down the hill! Watch him run!” I was not prepared. I stumbled my way through a paragraph, she looked at me as if I were a fibbing two-headed disaster and said “You can’t read at a third grade level.” And that was the end of that.

I was so furious at her about that, that I’ve almost completely blocked out Second Grade. I had a boyfriend in Second Grade, and I don’t know how that came about! (I mean, I remember we had that relationship, but how we came together, I don’t know!) Years later I realized what had happened: I’d gotten so used to reading swiftly and silently, and so out of practice reading aloud, that my eyes were moving faster than my tongue. Hence the stumbling reading, something I didn’t recover from until…. gosh, I was in college. My eyes would still travel faster than the tongue.

Recently, after clearing out Mom’s house, I found the copies of my report cards. High grades across the board — well, except for that C in handwriting, which didn’t disappear until part the way through Fourth Grade, I think.

But I always resented that dismissal of the teacher. Because that was the ONLY thing she did to verify my statement. She apparently didn’t check the records or ask the other girls (the First Grade teacher had gotten married and left the school, so she wasn’t available to be asked).

Fortunately, it didn’t stop me from continuing to read on my own.

But all teachers seem to leave an imprint on us, whether they are good or bad. It makes me curious about how such encounters affected other people. (Like the other students who were affected by my second example in that thread: the Shakespeare professor who ruined Shakespeare for many of his students.)

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muuranker – Jun. 13th, 2008

I want to preface this comment with the observation that I would not have wanted me anywhere near a school I taught at. That I was a really horrid child (although I think that age has knocked the corners off). And that teachers have an impossible task.

My ‘bad teacher’ memory is from (tries to juggle US grades in her head – 7th grade? It would be the grade below the final four years of schooling you get before you go to University).

It was the first Biology lesson, and the teacher was explaining the word ‘Biology’. Bio = life, ology = study. Yup, up with you there, ma’m. But then she said ‘like archaeology, the study of buildings’. I said ‘No.’ We had a stand up fight over the etymology of archaeology, which she resolved by abandoning the class and taking me to the headmaster. I asked to be removed from her class. He said it was a silly mistake on her part, and I should give her another chance. I said no, I did not want to hear anything she said: if a person is not able to consider another view of something, and consider that their view might possibly be wrong, you cannot trust anything they have learned is truth. So I’d rather not know her version of truth.

I told you I was a horrid child! That poor teacher … she must have felt that I was destroying her authority in front of the class.

So I think you are soooo right when you say “We seem to have this deep desire to actually learn, and when teachers grossly fail to teach, we know it as being in a way harmful to ourselves”.

As a child, I thought the consequence of this inadequate teacher was that I failed to learn the stages of cell division (library rather than biology for you, Miss). But actually, now for the first time, you make me think: the failure was more on the behalf of the headmaster: the lesson I needed to learn was that before steam-rollering with the truth, I should consider what I want to achieve: sometimes leaving people in ignorance is far better. But that took a long long time.

Actually, I don’t think I have properly learned the lesson.

scribblerworks – Jun. 13th, 2008

What gets me, when I hear stories like yours, is how rarely the teacher even considers checking a reference to verify for all that either the teacher or the student is correct.

But I’m frequently right there with you with the steam-roller. I do so want to flatten them out and move on. But I’m just enough of a politic creature, that I bite my tongue and try for the lower keyed response. Sometimes. But it’s hard to “think before speaking.”

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Desk Toys

I’ve been in the process of bringing home (or bringing to my storage) many of the things that I’ve had at my work office for all these years.  It’s surprising the things you accumulate.  Among them are objects that I call “desk toys”, those oddball knick knacks that you get, which amuse you and give you a moments diversion in the midst of work.

These three little friends have been happily on my desk for some time.

Red Dragon leads some devil ducks

Red Dragon, Devil Duck, & Pirate Devil Duck

 

The Red Dragon I got at the Texas Renaissance Festival when I was in Texas in October for my Mother’s funeral.  I collect dragons (and in fact am planning a page for the Gallery of my dragon collection, when I get around to putting it together).  I liked it when I saw it, and felt he would be quite at home with my things.

The Red DevilDuck I “won” as a prize in an office Halloween party several years ago.  I forget what for: best ghost story or joke or something.  I like the whimsy of the conversion of the cheerfully innocent Rubber Duckie into the DevilDuck.

The Pirate DevilDuck I got at a pirate shop in the California Bay area a year ago, the Sea Wolf Trading Company.  I was visiting a friend in Fremont prior to attending Mythcon at Berkeley, and she took me to the store.  It was quite a fun place to visit — and spend money.  In fact, another of my desk toys came from there as well.  But that’s another picture.  The next picture, in fact.

I’m going to go with a large version of this picture, just for the sake of detail.

Desk toys action figures

Cap’n Jack, Monty Python figures, and Snake Pliskin

 

On the left up there, of course, is Captain Jack Sparrow, swashing his buckle.  This (and a T-shirt) was something else I bought at the pirate shop last summer.  Next to the right is Sir Bedevere from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  When I found it at my comic shop, it was not to be resisted.  Next in line is another action figure from the same series, King Arthur.  He was the gift of a former co-worker with whom I share a style of humor.  I’d gotten her Sir Robin, so this was her response to that.  And then on the right end, we have Snake Plisken.  Heh.  I just realized that they are all armed and ready for action.  Guarding my desk lamp.  No one is going to make of with that without a fight.

In front of that lamp, you can see a pewter dragon who’s got his claws into the cloak of a fleeing figure.  Now, the store didn’t have any particular name attached to it, but if you consider that the fleeing figure is carrying a crystal, and his feet are furry on the top and bare on the bottom, I think it’s a safe bet that we can call this Bilbo with the Arkenstone fleeing from Smaug.  At least that’s how I think of it.

At the very bottom of the picture, those small stuffed animals are sitting on top of the CRT Monitor of my old tower PC.  It still has its uses.  The black bear is one I got in New York City when Jeopardy! shot there in 2002.  The blue bear is from UC Berkeley, and their conference center, from one of the Mythcons held there.  The lion is just a lion … when he’s not being Aslan, of course.

One of the things about many of my desk toys and knick knacks is that they are chosen as mementos of various trips.  Which brings us to the next picture.

Desk toy collectionOn the upper shelf, from left to right —

 

A carved wooden seal.  I’d bought it on a Premise retreat in Ventura (on the beach), but to remind myself of an excursion my screenwriters group had taken about five months earlier.  We’d gone down to San Diego to the Wild Animal Park, and on the return, we’d stopped for lunch in La Jolla.  At the public beach there, behind a breakwater, a group of seals had taken up residence.  I guess they liked the sheltered beach as much as humans did.  They were drawing quite a crowd that day, and the lifeguards were keeping the humans well out of the range of the seals.  The beasts were quite large and indifferent to the fact they’d invaded human territory.  I suppose a good beach is a good beach, when you’re a sea creature that weighs several hundreds of pounds.

In the background of that shelf is a mini-figure of Batman. Just because.  Because Batman is my favorite superhero.

In front of Batman is a little figure of a mother duck and a couple of ducklings.   I got this to remind myself of … well another Premise retreat.  But that one was at Arrowhead Springs.  That site had a pond near the entrance, and there was a duck family in residence there.  As we left the site, my driver (I’d gotten a ride from a friend of mine) stopped to feed the ducks, because he wanted to.  I enjoyed the moment, suddenly taken back to my own childhood where we would go to one park and feed ducks fairly often.  The spontaneous and un-selfconscious way my friend went about this action shook something loose in me, something that had gotten over-controlled down the years.  So I bought this duck figure to remind myself of spontaneous pleasure, particularly in the small things of life.

In front of the ducks is a tiny carved dragon I got at ComicCon last year (yes, another of The Collection).  To the right of him is a brass duck my father gave me years ago when I was in college.  I don’t know where he found it, or why he picked it up for me: he never said.  But I think it was a rememberence of those Sunday afternoons feeding the nibblers bread.

Behind them the Chevron Red Car is something I picked up the year I drove to Denver for Mythcon.  I got it at the start of the trip, and the car I had then was a burgundy red.  Little did I know in setting out that that trip would be quite an adventure — of an overheating car that kept stalling out across the hot desert and over the Rockies in the highest of Colorado freeways (Interstate 80), all the way to Colorado Springs. Turns out the thermostat was dead.

The blue Hot Wheels in front of the Red Car is a Mustang.  I got it to remind me of my dream car (which I still have).  I’d always wanted a Mustang, and I’ve had Baby since 2000.  Baby is green, however, not blue.  The bear with the blue and yellow outfit, I got in Ann Arbor two years ago, when Mythcon was there.  I love Ann Arbor.  If we’d not moved from Michigan when I was 16, I think I probably would have gone to college at the University of Michigan.

On the second shelf, in the far back left corner is a candle in a tall shot glass that I got at the Fox Studio in Rosarita Mexico, when the screenwriters group had a weekend excursion down there.  We’d toured the studio, and saw the display from the filming of Titanic.  That was a fun weekend.  In front of that is an action figure of Donna Troy as Wonder Woman.  (If you don’t know DC comic book characters, it would take too long to explain.)  Behind her is my Shakespeare “action” figure.  He holds a book and a quill pen.  The photograph is of me at age three — a picture I often use as an avatar on LiveJournal.  Books, I don’t need to explain those.  But in front of those are various objects.  A question mark made of copper wire, made for me by my nephew John for Christmas about five years ago.  The small conch-like shell I got in Grenada when I was there in January 1995 with my Mother.  We’d made the trip with my cousin Janet, because a school that my grandfather (my mother’s father) had founded was celebrating its 30th anniversary.  It was quite a trip, and worth a longer description, which I may make someday, somewhere.  And then the stones.  Two of them were party novelties from a friend, one says “Peace” on it, the other “Imagine”.  The larger stone on the right, I picked up on the first retreat of the screenwriters group I’d gone on, when we’d gone up to Cambria near Hearst Castle.  The beach there was rocky, and this stone was rounded by the rolling waves and fits in the palm of my hand very comfortably.  The smaller black and white stone was given to me by my friend Ellie Farrell, something she brought back from Tintagel in Cornwall. Very Arthurian.

 

plushy version of Sherlock Holmes

Plushy version of Sherlock Holmes

And how could I forget my newest?

 

The Stuffed Sherlock, I got at the Writers Store recently.  Of course, peeking up into the bottom of the photo is the top of a small piece of original art I bought recently — I haven’t had a chance to get it framed yet, so it’s right there over the desktop.  Artwork by James A. Owen.

I like my desk…. the objects can take me far away in time and space when I need a little break from whatever I’m working on.

Come on over to the MESSAGE BOARD and talk about your own desk toys (or what you think of mine).

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Jeopardy! Wrap Party 2008

The season wrap party for Jeopardy! and Wheel of Fortune was held this year on the grounds of the Greystone Mansion in Beverly Hills.  The two shows frequently have their Christmas & wrap parties together, as they share the same executive producer (Harry Friedman) and much of the same crew.  We call them “sister shows.”

Anyway, the party was outside on the grounds (the house was closed up), and we had a lovely day for it (May 16), in the late afternoon through early evening.  Wheel just completed their 25th year.  Jeopardy! does 25 next season.

The mansion was built by oil man Edward Doheny for his son Ned, finished in 1928.  Doheny was the historical inspiration for the main character in the film There Will Be Blood – and in fact the bowling lane sequence was filmed at the mansion.

The 55 rom manor frequently gets used as a film location.  And it is gorgeous.

I’d meant to take my digital camera with me, but fogot it.  I ended up taking pictures with the camera in my cell phone — and they turned out reasonably well.  As you can see in the following pictures.

The tables and buffet wee set up in the courtyard (seen in the second National Treasure film) and a drive area leading to it.  Here you can see staffers standing by the beverage service.Liquid refreshmentFrom there you can check out the side garden & pool.

Graystone Manor garden pool

Greystone Manor garden pool

 

 

It’s really a lovely area.  And the pool (with the fountain) has these turtles swimming around in it.

Turtles in the garden pool

Turtles in the garden pool

 

I only caught two of the turtles in this picture, but there were several here.

Without doing anything other than turning around, you can go from looking at the pool to this view of the front terrace of the house.

Greystone Manor front terrace

Greystone Manor Front Terrace

 

You get a spectacular view of the LA basin from here.  If you can see the detail in the following picture —

View from Greystone Manor

 

–straight ahead on the right side is the Beverly Center Mall (Keeping up with the movie references — seen in Volcano).

Here’s a picture of the front of the mansion —

Front of Greystone Manor

Front of Greystone Manor

 

There are steps leading down from the terrace — and I caught two of the Jeopardy! writers on them.

Jeopardy writers at Greystone Manor

Jeopardy! writers at Greystone Manor

 

I didn’t get pictures of everyone, and I’m not going to put up all the people pictures I took.  But I will put up a few of them.

Alan Mills

Alan Mills, Alex Trebek’s dresser

 

This stylish fellow is Alex Trebek’s dresser, Alan Mills.  Left to his own devices, Alex can be very casual, so Alan earns his keep in that well-put-together look Alex is known for.  Plus Alan’s a lot of fun to know.

And when Alex refers to the “crack research staff”, the following guys are part of the group he’s refering to.

Jeopardy's crack research staff

Jeopardy’s crack research staff

 

 

Jeopardy's crack research staff

Jeopardy’s crack research staff

They’re looking casual and relaxed here (but it was Friday at a party!), but don’t mess with them in Trivial Pursuit.

All in all, a very pleasant party and a satisfying wrap to the season.

[Note: None of my comments should be taken as official pronouncements on behalf of the show.  This is just my explanation of a lovely evening with work friends.]

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Premise Picnic – May 4

I belong to an entertainment fellowship, Premise, and we meet once a month to pray for each other. Premise is geared toward writers, directors, directors of photography, producers, agents, editors, but not actors (they have their own organizations 🙂 ) . Anyway, we like to have a picnic in the Spring, just for hanging out and having fun.

This year, we had our picnic at Malibu Bluffs State Park.  And literally, up on the bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

I’d taken my camera along, but forgot to use it until everyone was starting to head home.  And then, I forgot to take any pictures with the ocean in the background. Oh, duh. But believe me, it was there, shining brightly in the sun.

Anyway, from the park, you can see straight up to the Pepperdine University campus on the other side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

Pepperdine University

Pepperdine University, Malibu in the distance

 

When you get filmmakers together, they inevitably end up talking about films, of course.

These two ladies were talking about films appropriate for pre-teens.

Premise Malibu picnic

 

Well, actually, they were just then having a “mom chat”, as both have young girls and they were comparing notes.

This gent was listening to a discussion of There Will Be Blood.

Premise Malibu picnic

Well, actually, not at that particular moment.  That discussion had happened earlier over our pizza.  He’s another comic book reader, and we had exchanged appreciations  of Iron Man.  (And yes, that hair color is his natural shade.)

As for this group of friends —

Premise Malibu picnic— we were talking about our different backgrounds, where we were from originally; Florida, Alabama and Illinois, if I remember correctly (Me, I’m originally from Michigan).

 

As you can see, it was a lovely day for being out with friends.

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Good in the Room

So, yesterday afternoon, I got myself over to the incomparable Writers Store.  At 5 p.m., Stephanie Palmer was giving a question & answer session and doing a book signing for her new volume, Good in the Room.  She’s been a studio exec, and heard hundreds upon hundreds of pitches, knows how they can play out, and has advice on how to make your own pitches better geared for success.

I’ve been on Stephanie’s newsletter email list for a while now, so when the book came available, I promptly got myself a copy.  Even if you are fairly skilled at pitching, what she has to say is a good refresher course and reminder of the dynamics of The Room.

It’s also always interesting to me to see who shows up for such events.  Eager and earnest writers starting out, keen to learn how to navigate the chancy waters of Hollywood.  I like to go, because I enjoy supporting the work of people I respect, and I also think it’s a good thing to be aware of what the aspiring writers are paying attention to.

Besides, wandering around the Writers Store is always cool. What new books are out? What new fun knick-knacks do they have at hand for writers? I mean, I have a Shakespeare “action” figure I got there and a mug with inspirational words about writing.  And last night was no exception: they had plushy dolls of some writers, and oddly enough, one of a character – Sherlock Holmes. Now, how can I pass up a plushy Sherlock Holmes? Well, I can’t, so I didn’t.  He’s now presiding over my desk, sitting on top of some of my screenwriting books.  Perhaps he’ll inspire me to get on to work with my next “recreational” writing project: a book on detection according to Sherlock Holmes, that I’ve titled (in my mind) You Know My Methods, Watson.

In any case, I got my book signed by Stephanie, got to listen to a good Q&A session, looked over some new books – and spent some money.

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Website Update May 11, 2008

Once again, I’m offering up old television spec scripts for those who might be interested in reading them. This time, two Law & Order specs. They were written a couple of years apart.  But with the turn-over on the show, a L&O spec can go out-of-date fairly quickly.  The intro pages for each PDF script, explains some of the history behind the particular script. “The Weapon” was written earlier, and let me play with the issue of “competence” versus “credibility”.  “Hubris” grew in part from a real story about someone being suckered by a Nigerian email scam, and also by McCoy’s tendency to just roll over possible suspects without regard to the consequences to them.  Now, mind you, I like the character of Jack McCoy (and I’m a big Sam Waterston fan), but he can be pretty ruthless.

Bring any comments to the Message Board. I’ll be happy to discuss the writing process, doing TV spec scripts or just Law & Order in general.

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