I never watched soaps growing up, nor did my mom, not even while ironing. But, that changed when I was living and working in Manhattan. On a trip home, I came down with the flu, leaving me flat on my back in a sea of used tissues.
I wasn't supposed to walk away from the NFL, but I did. I wasn't supposed to be writing television, but I am. I'm supposed to be lost after football. I'm not. I've reinvented myself. This is my first transformation.
I'm sure the writers of Gimme a Break had no idea that including the line, "Is that a Phi Beta Kappa pin?" might change someone's life, but it did, and that outcome should be on all our minds when we write, when we post, when we produce.
Our decline has certainly been precipitous, and our diligent efforts to reverse it over the last twenty or so years have not yielded much. But I think it is possible to overestimate the power of executives and capital and to underestimate the power of the people who actually do the work.
Whereas Hollywood has offered some media crumbs to the English-speaking, acculturated Latino masses, very few of them have truly captured the acculturated Latino voice. In fact, the few attempts made by Hollywood to represent the American Latino voice have failed miserably.
While much of the hoopla at the Writers Guild Awards was focused on the film nominees as a ramp up to Oscars, the category most associated with the fastest growing medium on earth went largely unnoticed. And Michael Cyril Creighton was crowned king of that world.