Found myself pitching a couple of shows not long ago. I thought it was a meet and greet. Nah-ah.
One pitch was just one that had been bouncing around my head for the past while – let’s call it the I’m Cool About This Pitch. The other is one I’m quite sweet on – the I’m Hot About This Pitch.
The Cool Pitch: A depressed and suicidal multihyphenate is given five million dollars with which to make her debut feature.
The Hot Pitch: A year in the life of genetically engineered soldiers.
Guess which one they liked more? Guess which one I promised to write up within eighteen hours? Sigh*.
I should learn to be more aware of my audience: given the choice between a period of time with super-soldiers/planarian-worms/domesticated-chickens, and a personal, identifiable journey from darkness into light, they went for the unwritten and undeveloped pitch.
* Mental note for the next Hot Pitch: Private First Class Ray Gunn awakens one morning to discover he is the ultimate soldier. Nothing can stop, hurt or kill him. His imagination is the limit. One day, he stops taking orders….
