As I write this I am on what I like to call DAVECATION. It’s like a vacation, but with more Dave than usual. It’s not spring break in my District yet, but it’s as good a week as any to take off. I digging out from this mountain of trash that accumulated in the Dave Cave and then this Wednesday I’m off to my favorite retreat, a cottage stuck in time (the 1930s to be exact) in Crystal Cove. Four days in Crystal Cove feels like a month in the real world. The cottage is right on the beach. No street lights, no TV or radio, no screens of any kind unless you are stupid enough to bring them. It’s just you and the rhythm of the surf. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it is in my dreams…
Last Monday I had a conference call with Amazon Studios and I haven’t said much about it because I don’t really know what the hell to say. Amazon would like the show to appeal to younger kids. I wrote the show specifically for older kids and Tweens. We are not at an impasse, but there are…wrinkles. The terrain is now a bit trickier to negotiate. I’m not sure how much of which direction we are going. I was honestly caught off guard and, embarrassingly, there was much awkward silence on the phone from my end. What can I say — I just didn’t know what to say. Follow up phone calls will happen soon. I may not be certain of the road ahead until after I return from my getaway. It’s been a rough week.
While Gortimer is in limbo (at least until the next call) I’ve jumped back into my one-hour TV pilot and it’s really taken off. I was just going to hash out a breakdown but I’m more in full treatment mode as the muse is overfeeding me with details right now and I’d be a fool not to take furious dictation. I’m happy with it so far, and even found a new wrinkle that will become an important part of the show I think so well done, me.
Gonna keep hammering at the new TV pilot until I leave for the beach cottage. I return on Saturday. Just in time to sleep and then enjoy a pagan-fertility-festival-co-opted-by-Christianity feast and new Doctor Who and new Game of Thrones. Next weekend I might just explode.