DETOUR?

What on earth happened to the Writers Guild Trainee program? Before I started my job at Lifetime, it was alive and well. Now, it's...dead? Or, I'm sorry, inactive? Do these people not know that I'm in a "pursuing my dreams" push right now?

Sorry to make this "all about me." (Well, it is my blog and all. But still.)

No, I'm applying to a few established shows that I want to work on. Luckily, I now have contacts who can help at least move my resume to the top of the piles, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee anything, either. I also know that I might have better luck applying to new shows, but I've never been a good gambler. I can't quit my job here in order to take a job (and, likely, a small paycut) on a show that may or may not see more than six episodes. That would suck.

But anyway, I'm kind of feeling like a commute through Beverly Hills. I'm trucking along and then I hit traffic between La Cienega and Doheny because an electrical or a cable truck is parked in front of the retirement home. I try to cut up Robertson (once I finally get there) to avoid further delays and find myself in even more traffic, as they've got it shut down to one lane. And then I'm stuck behind a pokey white Ford Escort and I'm screaming, "MOVE!!!" and then my low fuel light comes on and my Prius dings and suddenly, I'm screaming at Pollyanna Prius: The Glad Car, "SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!" And really... I guess the moral of the story is to just avoid Beverly Hills, but in order to get to my job, I have no choice.

(Somewhere in there is a metaphor. I swear.)

But yeah. Last night, as I was dozing off, I thought that I'd look into the WGA Training Program as another avenue/detour. My cover letter to the show runners in question was going to be awesome. And I just hit a dead end. I just hit Robertson-shut-down-to-one-lane. Time to hit Gregory Way, I guess.