Further to my comments on Friday, there’s quite a lot to be said about the art of contributing to a group brainstorm. Let’s call the process ‘pitching’. When pitching, there’s one mistake the novice team-member can make which is critical: interrupting someone who knows what they’re talking about. I call the mistake ‘critical’ because I seriously believe it would cost you your job. And it SHOULD, good grief. This is not a mistake many people make.
Assuming you can avoid the critical faux pas, there are two inescapable errors. The first is saying nothing. Damn, it’s easy to say nothing, especially when everyone who knows a lot is on a roll. The second is hogging the mic when you get your moment in the sun. Guess where I’m at.
You might’ve thought that saying stupid things was a problem. Surprisingly, that’s not so bad. So long as you’re in the right ballpark (ie. you know the characters) anyone’s free to blurt anything. Thank goodness! Just pray for silence and everything’s okay, like I said.
Today was a usual Monday; planning for the week ahead and assessing the storyline write-ups from last week. We also had a special treat, watching 5 straight future episodes over lunch. You might think I’m fucking with your head by calling that a treat, but no, they were fun. These characters are alive for me now and seeing their representation on the scene is bizarrely entrancing. Look, look, it’s like they’re real!
We also discovered we’re on the cover of the latest TV Week. The cries of victory echoed throughout our HQ all afternoon. We rock! WE ROCK!! EAT THAT, HOME AND AWAY!!
Special note: a great lecturer from my distant past opened a new art installation tonight. Dr Darren Tofts taught me literature at Swinburne late last century. Ironically, his exhibition is in the RMIT building where I was just studying screenwriting - too weird! Actually, the whole story is even weirder than that but that’ll do you for now. The name of the installation is ZOSO. See here for details. And that address should be 23-27 Cardigan St, not 23027. Go, kiddies of Melbourne, get your minds all twisted and free.
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