My Meeting with CBS and then a whole lot of digressions.

Well, thank you well-wishers. The CBS meeting that Pranav and I attended was really excellent. Now I can drop that and concentrate on the other 12 things with deadlines. It is very hard to read CBS pilots, watch CBS shows and then work on an Orthodox 8th grade Jewish girls' play about tznius (dressing modestly). I told the CBS executive I should write "CSI: Jerusalem- Modesty Squad" but I don't think they'll buy it. This is why we have separate file cabinets in our head, and when they crisscross it gets a little crazy. Like when I was writing the Jewish play while also co-penning an Alcatraz short film and outlining a cop/supernatural pilot. I had dreams of Orthodox girls trying to escape from Alcatraz but they had to do it before sundown on Shabbat or else they'd turn into werewolves.

Have I mentioned my brain continues to hum and that sleeping is a bit difficult?

I am already an overly anxious person so the concept of a CBS meeting at 5pm and a flight to San Francisco at 8pm really started the day well. I also had to read scripts, re-read our script, fed ex a poster for this conference in San Fran this weekend while also trying to find the nearest TOGO's. They make this amazing bbque chicken wrap. This was all after rehearsing with the 8th grade girls Monday and getting a massage on Tuesday.

I would like to discuss this massage for a moment now:

I wanted to nurture myself but for some reason my massages, (and I'm not rich, I paid for 5 last summer and forgot) never soothe me. The people whack the crap out of my newest old lady hip and butt pains and I feel like I've been through a grinder. Why is it if a friend or loved one gives me a massage, it feels pleasurable, relaxing and I make purring noises, but when I get it done professionally I suddenly call out to the Christian god, as I grab the toilet-looking thing you stick your face in and pound my fist on the sides of the table? And I didn't even get the really scary ninja lady. I was abused by a woman named Heather. Heathers aren't supposed to physically abuse you. They're just supposed to mentally abuse you in high school 80's films.

But I digress from my digression.

Did I mention that as soon as I got out of the massage on Tuesday I got a call that my 4pm CBS meeting (before my 8pm flight) needed to be moved to Thursday? So I tensed up and worked the phones. Now I really needed a massage. (Or Christian Slater and Winona Ryder to protect me when I see Heather again.)

So here I am, I made my flight, after my lovely writing partner rushed me over to LAX. I wish we could have asked CBS for a siren to stick on our car from one of their maaaaaany cop shows, but alas, I thought that might not go over as well as my Jerusalem comment.

I am now spending a day with my beloved brother, and then on to The Conference For Global Transformation, which I'm very excited about. I get to be with a lot of people talking about inspirational plans and goals for the planet.

And then back to LA to continue working on NYPD Jew.