Friday, September 26, 2008

Yak Shaving

I spent a good part of Wednesday afternoon at work trying to solve a technical problem several levels removed from the problem I really wanted to solve. Apparently this is known as yak shaving.

Wiktionary has a formal definition here.

The term seems to derive from an episode of Ren and Stimpy.

I want to write a show that spawns terms that enter everyday usage. Whichever Simpsons writer first came up with "D'oh!" is now an integral part of English-speaking culture. Ditto for Graham Linehan and Arthur Mathews for coining "feck", which I'm told didn't exist as a swear word pre-Father Ted.

Today a sitcom, tomorrow the world. Who could ask for more power than that?

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Could do Better, See Me

Between wedding planning and the new job I've done absolutely bugger-all writing in the past two months. Hell, it's been weeks since I've even managed to blog about my bugger-all writing.

Who knew that wedding planning, even for a small ceremony, could suck so much of my time, energy and money? Anyone who's married, I suppose. I fantasise on a daily basis about just saying screw it all and eloping.

Oh, and I've also taken up BMX. I haven't done any races yet, but I've bought all the equipment and been to the local track several times. I even had my first kiss with the pavement today, trying to ride down a flight of stairs on my way home from training. You may point and laugh; it's no more than I deserve.

Anyway, getting back on topic, there are two scripts I want to kick into shape: my steampunk feature, which is still languishing at draft 1.25, and the spec Radio 4 Afternoon Play I wrote in June, which based on feedback is going to become a sitcom pilot.

Right, I've got an idea. I'll force myself to write by making a public pledge and inviting mockery and ridicule if I fail. Hear ye! I swear before the blogosphere, I will write this weekend, and if I do not, may all my fellow bloggers jeer me until I cry like a little girl.

If that doesn't work, I don't know what will.