Excitement at Wordmonger Towers! There's a faint, faint chance of some more TV animation work - my first love and original calling.
How has this potential wonder potentially come about? Because I have an agent again. As of the middle of last year, this marvellous person has been shoving my dusty TV writing credits under people's noses and is starting to get some sneezes of interest.
So - agents. Good things, clearly, especially when they're as patient and hard-working as mine.
Why, then, do we always see them portrayed as monsters on TV and in books? Joey's agent in Friends, Frasier's agent in Frasier, Rob Long's agent in Conversations with my Agent (read it; this is an order) - all ghastly beyond all measure, but why? Is Hollywood crammed with self-destructive ingrates? Yes, I know, but I mean specifically on this issue.
Is it that they make writers think about money? That they take a commission? That no gig ever goes perfectly and we blame the person who set us up with it?
I dunno. All I can say is that I shall be working like a dog on my pitch tomorrow, not least to repay the hard work put in by the Steadfast Agent. Nice woman, I shan't tell you who she is or you'll all be trying to sign up with her.
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