As loving parents, Melanie and I have tried desperately to instill some semblance of anti-normality and irregularity into our daughter’s basic wiring. As we breach month 15, we think we are approaching success. Currently Izzie Rain goes to bed between midnight and 2AM and sleeps until 10AM and noon. Sure, its a sacrifice we make but we know that down the road this will allow young Ms. Rain to enjoy all of David Letterman without getting drowsy and she should be well equipped to see most local bars through to closing. Her mother and I are very proud.

Of course, as a side effect to this hard line approach to parenting, Melanie and I are, of course, forced to stay up after midnight each morning. And in respect to our daughter we try to stay in bed until at least 10AM.
This morning that goal was impossible. Why you ask? A knock at the door, of course. Paramount, a member of the AMPTP, decided that it was very important that we receive the DVD for The Kite Runner for our consideration. They balk at increasing our 1988 DVD residual rate but theyll not blink an eye at spending ten bucks to overnight a DVD
for our consideration.
It perplexes me. While I appreciate Consideration DVDs and by the way will only vote on movies that I received in DVD form, they only send them because winning awards increases sales, thus increasing their revenue
revenue which writers only get four cents per copy.

So, lets talk about the strike. I basically don’t get either side’s thinking. Let’s start with the dicks at the AMPTP. First off, writers, directors and actors do the creating. A giant team of below the lines makes it all possible and the studios/networks put up the money. You got labor and company. It’s an old story. Sort of. What’s different here is that a part of the labor force actually creates something brand new. We’re not following a company blue print or copyright. We’re creating from scratch. As a result, writers, directors and actors get residuals. As the companies sell this product both sides continue to make money.
Granted, our piece of the pie is small but with inflation that piece should go up in value. It is not. In fact, if the AMPTP were to get their way that piece would shrink stupidly small. Consider that currently when a TV show reruns, the writer gets paid a little over 20 grand. With additional airings that price goes down but writers still get paid per airing. With the new internet age the companies want to rerun that show for free for six weeks then pay us 250 dollars to air it as often as they like for the remaining year.
The studios/networks want to pay for a product and then be able to sell and resell that product until Jesus comes back and sends them all to hell without sharing the wealth with the creators. That’s it a nutshell.

Now, let’s break off from talking about the dicks at the AMPTP and talk about the jackasses running the WGA. Now when I say jackasses, I just mean they are a little stubborn; and I thought it was funny. Besides, dick or jackass, which would you rather be? Anyway, we seem to be fighting for some stuff I personally don’t really want, nor do I understand why were fighting for them in the first place. Ill address two of the issues.
First, animation. Why animation? I say we go after steel working. Why not? I mean, isn’t there already a guild that covers steel workers? Because there’s a guild that already covers animation and I think steel working is way cooler. Plus, I know for a fact that the natural selection involved in steel working would increase the rate of writer fatality and all writers write better when they are at risk. No, wait. I know. Teaching! Writers are teachers. Sort of. I mean, who else would teach us how to vote democrat if it wasn’t for Hollywood? The WGA should include teachers in our strike.
Ranting aside, IATSE already covers animation. Does the animation deal suck? Sure does. It’s disgusting, in fact. But it exists and the WGA has nothing to do with it. What I don’t understand is, why is animation one of our strike points? Look, I ain’t nearly as smart as the Ivy clique of writers out there. I’m life experience taught. So could someone please explain to my dumb redneck brain why we are trying to cover animation when another guild already covers it? Look, I get that it is a travesty that Shrek pays zero residuals. It blows that Nemo can run forever without paying a dime to the writer. But if the animation deal sucks, and it does, isn’t it up to IATSE to fix it? Why is this the WGAs battle?
Now let’s wax poetic about Reality TV. Hullo? “Writers” Guild. We write don’t we? We write stories? Beginning, middle, end. Structure and such. What are the jackasses thinking? Why are we striking over Reality TV? This is the craziest chicken or egg situation I’ve ever seen. Reality TV was created because we “threatened” to strike the last time. Now we have actually struke and one of our reasons is that we want to cover Reality TV? Why? Reality TV isn’t writing. Okay, okay, sure, it’s writing. But it’s not the writing we do…have done….will continue to do. It’s different. Like news writing is different. Some may argue, but Toddly, what about comedy writers, like them funny fellas who write for Letterman and Leno? Yes, yes, that writing is different but without that kind of writing, without those guys and gals who can sit in a room, spout off two sentences and have the room laughing…without them there would be no sitcoms and the sitcom, my friends, is the sort of writing we do.
But reality TV writing is not. I’m not taking away from it. I’m not belittling it or looking down on it. Someone out there is making Seacrest look good and someone out there is writing up all those Survivor challenges. Go forth and continue. But tell me one thing. While we strike, who’s going to be out there creating content for the dicks at the AMPTP? Who’s going to be out there generating revenue, which directly undermines the pressure our strike is supposed to create? Reality TV writers, thats who. We’re striking because we want to help reality writers? Well, we should pat ourselves on the backs. We have succeeded. From what I’m hearing from my non-writing buddies, reality TV is going strong. Reality writers are busier than ever. In fact, even I have fielded calls asking if Id like to work on developing a reality show. I said, no, by the way, but the point is, reality writers are working while we are on strike. Man, I simply do not get this logic. And hey, if reality writers feel they’re being shafted then reality writers should start a union. Why are we taking this burden?
I think the answers are both political and ego.
You know what issue I care about? New media. Internet. Streaming. If I create something and it airs over and over then I want to be paid for it. Just as a novelist is paid per book. Just as a song writer is paid per play or per album.
A good friend, who agrees that writers should be better compensated, was playing Devils advocate with me and brought up the point that making a movie is a huge collective process. That writers alone are not the only ones involved. Well yes, that is true. Its also the reason that directors and actors get residuals. But song writers are not the only ones involved in delivering a finished song. There are producers and musicians and vocalists and sound guys and marketing and just like movies there are a ton of talented folks involved. But without the song writer sitting down to stare at a blank page, none of them would have a job. As a result the song writer blows screenwriters away when it comes to compensation per play or sale.
I also hear the augment that no one really knows what will happen with the internet and that we should take a small piece now and increase it later once the internet is more solid. Yeah, thats what we did with DVDs and were still being paid at the crappy 1988 rate. And while were told that the internet is too new to assign a worth, we see every mogel with a mike shoved in front of his piehole boasting about the future of the internet.
And heres a little something that I rarely hear debated. Soon, and I mean very soon. Everything will be internet. Cable TV as we know it will vanish the way of the 8 track and the VHS. Soon, all television content will be brought to you via the internet. In fact, its already started. Macs iTV and even my own Dish Satilite has this happy little DVR video boasting about how you can view free movies if youll just hook your internet up to your Dish box. The companies know this is the future. They want us to agree to six weeks free, then 250 for unlimited usage over the remaining year? Hullo? Im an idiot from Kentucky and even I can count higher than that.
Look at is this way. You work in a nice building. You make 800 bucks a week. Theres this bigger building down the street. Very modern, very high tech. Your boss sends you there to work once a week but has been refusing to pay you when you work there. So, you get angry. Your boss says, Okay okay, Ill pay you when you work at the bigger building, but heres the thing. I wont pay you for the first six weeks you work there and then Ill pay a flat 250 for the rest of the year.” He tells you not to worry because youll only be getting that crappy pay when you work at the bigger building. But you have this odd feeling that very soon the powers that be are going to tear down your current building and all work will be done out of the bigger building. Instead of making a weekly paycheck, you will now be making 250 a year. Welcome to the new Hollywood.
Yes, yes, thats a goofy example but it made me giggle. Sadly its very relevant. Because DVDs are going to go away. Cable television will soon be all internet. And writers will be stuck with whatever deal we end up making where new media is concerned. No more 20 grand for the first rerun. That rerun will air on NBC and it will be brought to you, not by cable but by internet. The writer will get nothing for that rerun. And the writer will continue to get nothing for six weeks. Then the writer will get 250 dollars.
What does this mean for features? Who knows? With the above causing such a stink, the powers that be never got around to discussing features. But you can rest assured that as everyone starts downloading their movies, as DVDs go away, as HBO and CBS begins airing via the internet, then the residual system we have now (which we already thought was horrid) will seem like a happy dream if the AMPTP gets their way.

We won the PR battle. Yes, Variety and the Reporter were slanted but not nearly as bad as I expected. And although NIkki Finke is the only one telling the writer’s side of the story as it really is, the word is still getting out there. I talk to friends and family back in the south and they understand. There’s this huge built in mistrust of big business and government. Then you have Myspace, Facebook and a guhzillion forums where writers live and breath. The very world we are fighting for is a world the AMPTP never used or understood. All they knew/know is that it is the wave of the future. Since we were winning the PR war they went out and hired the big gun PR guys. Good for them. Smart move. Shame the WGA doesn’t do the same thing. But even though we’re winning the PR battle. Even though the the countless polls taken show in huge favor of the writers, the companies don’t care. They’ll take the hatred for them all the way to the bank. This isn’t personal. Well, perhaps it is inside the negotiating room but outside, in real world it’s about dollars and bottom lines. Yes our picket lines have been strong. Writers are coming together like never before. But this is going to get worse if some egos don’t get flushed fast.
Because people are going to lose their homes. Agents and managers are scared. Middle management is scared. Below the Line workers are terrified. 80 percent (and thats stupidly conservative) of guild writers dont have two months income in the bank. Its going to get bad. And heres the thing. The AMPTP, doesnt care. Because they got a bunch of Reality TV people working double time to bring in revenue
that and they have access to billions of dollars. So far the polls and community are on our side; that may not always be the case.
No. It dont look good but Im a glass half full kind of guy and Im hopeful that the dicks and jackasses can flush the egos and get back to business. I never wanted this strike and would have voted against had the dicks not gone militant and suggested removing residuals altogether. That was a boneheaded move on their part and as a result they forced a gigantic vote against them. Had their egos not thought it a good idea then we might have avoided this strike altogether. But whats done is done.
Now its time to bring in some new negotiators. Both sides have failed. Good effort, now go away. Lets get back to what this should have been about in the first place. New media. Internet. Streaming.
I dont care about reality TV. Theres already a guild covering animation. Take those off the table. The only issue that matters is New Media. Internet. Streaming. That is the future. Thats where the fight should be. All that other junk muddies the waters. Reality TV isnt our fight. Animation isnt ours to fight for. Dump it and focus on what matters so we can all get back to work.

Look, as always, this is just my small opinion. But I’m entitled. I’m southern. Old school. I want to write and I want to provide for my family. I want to cheer my friends’ successes and make fun of my enemies’ failures. I want to eat beef and have a glass of wine or ride my bike and giggle when I break wind. I want to work with like-minded people. I want to enjoy the ride. Friends, enemies…I just want us all to get back to work and try to remember that we used to be good at making movies and TV.
Month: December 2007
You’re Fired
The assumption was that a strike “would” happen…but us half glass full folks certainly hoped it wouldn’t. So I continued to work. I worked hard and kept my fingers crossed and then I heard the news, like everyone else, “Monday morning at midnight”. No one I spoke with was happy about it but the AMPTP didn’t leave us much choice with their miserable rollbacks and headgames. So, I sent my last script via email at 8:30pm Sunday night (since that was 11:30 Eastern). Such a shame really. Because working on the above mentioned project was…well…fun. The money was crap. Well, less than crap. Crap would consider it crap. But it was fun and I guess that’s something.
Yesterday I got one of those letters informing me that due to the strike the company involved would no longer have need of my further contractual writing steps. Basically they’re saying they aren’t going to pay me for that last draft. At least that’s what I’m supposed to think. I’m supposed to get all discourage and as a result use my vast connections at the WGA to put pressure on the powers that be to make a deal. Yeah. Right. First, they gotta pay me. It was a really cute letter and all but eventually after a long dance with my lawyers they’ll have to pay me. Second, I don’t feel very discouraged.
Maybe I’m naive but again, I really did enjoy working on this gig. I “liked” the suits I was working with and I don’t say that often. Mainly because I’ve worked with some real brain stools in this business. But these guys and gals I liked. And I doubt they even know about the letter. The machine is so big on their end that the left hand really doesn’t have a clue who the right hand is screwing. At least that’s how the letter read. It wasn’t personal. It read like a form letter. So, I filed it away and went to tickle my daughter.

So, in my downtime, wanna take a guess what I have been doing? I’d rather spend time with her anyway. She is officially getting into everything. She likes bikes. We keep them inside because the nightly fog leaves a layer of moisture on everything in our small town and that wreaks havoc on anything rust worthy.
The other day while her momma was making a food run, I heard young Ms. Rain yelling and turned to find her half hanging with her arm stuck in the spokes. She wasn’t really crying although it looked painful. I would have been crying. But if I had to translate her emotion I’d say she was pissed. I helped her free herself at which point she promptly stood and proceeded to yell angry gibberish at said bicycle wheel and spokes.
I have always heard that first time parents were overly protective. And sure we’ve had our moments. I certainly don’t like it when she’s sick, even though she doesn’t seem to mind that much. And I don’t like it when she does the “real” cry. Like sometimes when she wakes up in the middle of the night and starts crying this panicked, heart wrenching sound. It’s rare but it’s powerful. She doesn’t cry much but when she does it’s normally the grumpy cry. Or the “I want something” cry. With those cries I just kick her out of the way and go about my business. But that “real” cry. Yeah, that one makes daddy jump. Thankfully, that cry is from the heart and so far can’t be faked. Turns out she’s not a polished actress. Guess she’ll be a storyteller like her parents. Or a ninja.
But in all our adventures I have found Mel and I to be rather laid back. We have friends who are Biblical in their belief that children shouldn’t watch TV before the age of two. Young Ms. Rain loves Monster’s Inc, Finding Nemo and recently Happy Feet. They make her happy and we’re not taking those away from her just cuz some bozo with a couple of letters behind his/her name said so. They ain’t the boss of me. Nobody puts baby in a TV-less corner. But it’s interesting to note, that Young Izzie Rain only likes those three movies. I’ve tried The Incredibles, Shrek and all the old Disney classics. In fact, last night, since we had established how much she loves Happy Feet, we tried Surf’s Up. Three minutes into Izzie turned to us and gave us a look like, “What the f@#* is this $#!*?” Then proceeded to play with her blocks and refused to look at the TV until we stopped the DVD and started watching a TiVo’d Dexter (which she loves by the way). The kid likes what she likes.
Okay, I kid about Dexter. People shows interest her less than Bambi and that retarded rabbit. And it’s not like we plop her down in front of the TV all day long. She’ll watch one of her movies while her momma and me shower or do assorted chores or sneak off for some nekedness. And while she may watch a movie every other day the rest of that day is spent taking walks or going to class or playing blocks or reading books. The fact is we have a great balance. We’re fortunate enough that we can actually stay home with our daughter and that makes for a pretty full day. Plus, I find it important to note that she’s happy.

Obviously I don’t like her much. Once a week we do Subway cuz we like to stay healthy like that fat kid, Jared. Izzie digs the ceiling fans there. She also likes Jamba Juice. She can tear through an Orange Dream Machine like that fat kid, Jared, tears through a teriyaki chicken 12 inch. In fact, she likes all juices except prune juice and rightfully so. I don’t care if it does help ya poo, the moron who came up with prune juice obviously sucked face with Satan. She loves McNuggets but prefers sweet-potato fries over Mickey D fries. This week she went from consistently hating broccoli to not being able to get enough of it. She loves Chang’s spicy chicken but hates their sweet and sour.
And regardless of the food she receives, or in some cases demands, nothing pleases her more than chasing a well balanced meal with her mother’s milk.

She came up to my office this week to help me play World of Warcraft. Turns out she wasn’t much help but that was okay since her idea of helping is to throw the mouse at the screen.
Several months backs she figured out how to overpower the baby gate protecting the dinning room. Granted most dinning rooms don’t require protection from a baby but we don’t actually eat in there. The cats do. They also poo in there and the idea of walking in to find our daughter playing happily in the cat box with a big long doo hanging from the corner of her mouth is a grim visual to say the least. So we put up a gate and she quickly dissected its defenses.
She never actually made it as far as the cat boxes but she did enjoy splashing in the kitty water bowl. Then, for no apparent reason, she simply forgot how to open the gate. Until tonight. Tonight she broke out (or in rather) three times. Each time we’d pull her out screaming and she’d sit in her room throwing a tennis ball against the wall until we turned our backs. I guess I’ll have to put up a new gate. Or dig my duct tape out of the toolbox.

Back to World of Warcraft, the first issue came out. I was actually up for writer…or perhaps I still am. This all started back before Comicon. My good friend David Wohl had suggested me to the guys at Wildstorm. They told me Walter Simonson would be writing the first storyline but that I would be in the running for the next story arch. I sent in a very detailed outline and was later told that of all the writers who had delivered outlines it was obvious that I had actually played the game. That’s an understatement. But playing the game was an important prerequisit for Blizzard. So my outline along with two others were sent to Blizzard. I felt pretty good about it. Better after I spent time hanging out with Jim Lee at the Lucasarts Comicon party.
Later I learned about the drama. Two months later to be exact. The Wildstorm executive with whom I had been dealing left Wildstorm shortly after Comicon. Hearing this news, I sent an email to his boss who quickly replied. It was a very positive email explaining that no decisions had been made. Blizzard was likely waiting to see how the launch went before committing to more issues after Simonson.
I haven’t heard the sales figures but my local shop sold out the first day. I assume that’s good news. There’s not alot of money in comics, at least not at my level. But I enjoy writing them. And I love playing warcraft so the fun factor stands for something.

Say hello to Gollum. He lives next door. He don’t move much. He don’t move at all in fact. And he never says a word. Which makes him a splendid listener. If you asked Melanie she would tell you that Gollum is nothing more than a dull colored baseball cap hung on a hook inside the neighbor’s bathroom. Poor deluded child.
I miss writing.
I mean, of course, I still write. I’m writing now. And I started planning for this strike ages ago by making friends in both the comic book and video game worlds and as a result I have plenty to keep me busy. But I love writing movies. I miss writing movies.

So for now, Mel and I will keep taking long walks with our daughter. We’ll continue taking late night drives to the 24 hour drive-thru Starbucks, a journey that consists of all three of us singing songs from the Happy Feet soundtrack. Soon we will decorate the tree. Later this month we’ll fly to Florida to watch my youngest brother get hitched. Basically we’ll continue to live life and keep our fingers crossed that the egos in Hollywood might one day sit down over some McNuggets and a Jamba Juice while watching Monsters Inc. and perhaps learn to play nice.