The coming days are hell days, and it started this afternoon.
The production meeting for Kids TV began with an argument. We never run out of arguments. (I guess that’s what creative people do.)
Our production manager failed to inform me that the hosts were supposed to appear on an outdoor background on chroma. But since the kid hosts were sitting on a sofa, it would be pretty darn bad if that request is insisted.
As usual, it was the editor who created the mountain out of the molehill, that I should have given him the story board way before, that I should have inform him what kind of background it’s supposed to be and all that. I just stood at the corner, telling him that it’s our first time to shoot on a chroma. Let’s just move on and do better next time.
I know I have my faults as the head writer. Hell, it’s my first time to be head writer and I got the job after Larra’s murder (I’m still praying for her killers to be arrested, St. Jude has been nice to me). How am I supposed to know those stuff, no one’s teaching me.
And tomorrow, our shoot for Kids TV is stress personified. We will shoot FOUR segment shoots tomorrow from 9AM to 10PM. Although the production team was divided into two units, just imagine the effort we do on each shoot. It’s not easy.
And right now, I’m sitting all alone in front of a computer in my ex-boss’ office to type the finals script for Elite Model Look Philippines. I’m not complaining, but I felt I needed new inspiration in typing the spiels, since the words I’m typing in the draft have been uttered ever since last month (during the semi-finals). I need some quick inspiration.
How about a one-night stand?
Or a quick look at the thesaurus?
Maybe I should eat dinner…
Or perhaps I need to watch TV (there isn’t any here).
I need to clear my mind.
It is only this afternoon that I’m beginning to realise the magnitude of the event this Thursday, the Elite Model Look Philippines Finals. Even Errol (my ex-boss) told me that a while go before he left for a meeting.
Errol and I never thought of being part of an event this grand, this prestigious, this glamorous. If not for Elite, Errol would have accepted offers to direct school pageants. I, meanwhile, would have continued to rant about my constant thrift spending with a US$180 salary a month in writing TV scripts.
I thank St. Jude for giving us this opportunity, and we hope this isn’t the last Elite competition we produce.
THE EMPRESS IS THANKFUL
1) Thank you for reading my blog, especially to my growing number of fans (I would like to insist that you are becoming a fan of mine). If you are from Baguio City, Philippines; Singapore; Birmingham and Huntsville, AL; Honolulu, HI; Houston, TX; Bromley,UK; Guam; Quebec, Canada; San Jose, CA; Overland Park, KS (I have a fanbase in Kansas, I know that for a fact); Dublin, Ireland; Oslo, Norway; Charleston, SC; Trafford, UK; Blackpool, UK; Wooroloo, Australia; Philadelphia, PA; Atlanta, GA; Madison, WS (another growing fanbase, I should know); San Diego, CA; Haifa, Israel; Milan, Italy; Masontown, PA; Gainesville, FL; Sydney, Australia; Quezon City, Philippines; Toronto, Canada; and Edmonton, Canada, STAND UP, LEAVE A COMMENT, AND BE RECOGNIZED. I…LOVEYOUALL!
2) A super thanks to my new internet friends Amiah (of Burned Thoughts) for being a great fan and Charles (of Bend It Like A Banana) for giving me a cool add-on. What is it? I’ll keep that a secret from now. Their blogs are linked to my sidebar.
3) I just found out a great site for you to browse on. It’s called The Indian Lake Project, a mystery blog that involved a metal box, old photographs, and what seemed as a classified military experiment involving children. It got me sooooo creepy that I read all of the back articles.
THIS IS EMPRESS MARUJA. Someday I will rule a queendom somewhere.