Really, this isnâ€™t a production log.Â For that to be the case, Iâ€™d have to be actively working on this embryonic television project entitled â€œA Day in the Life.â€Â But, as Iâ€™m only thinking about it, letâ€™s call this a pre-production log.Â Or a delayed-production log.Â Or a someday-production blog.
Alternate title: a slog.
A long time ago, back in college, I had the idea for a television series that would focus on one day in the life of a college student.Â Hence the title.Â It would be an absurdist romp, dialogue-heavy, and a comedy/drama/satire.Â In each of the hour-long episodes, as much would happen in a normal hour-long drama except that here it would all be happening in one hour in the day of the main characterâ€™s life.
Okay, those are the bare bone details. Â The truth is that I have very little written, though Iâ€™ve started a few of the episodes, listed the titles and concepts for a dozen or so others, and sketched out a vague overall arc.Â The sad truth is that I work on the project very, very sparingly.Â The sadder truth is that the reason I do so is because itâ€™s hard for me to focus on something with very little chance of coming to fruition.
But every once in a while I get inspired.
Inspiration says, To hell with getting a show produced!Â Thatâ€™s not the point!Â The point is writing it so gloriously that people reading it can imagine what a wonderful show it would have been if it was produced, imagine it right there in the TV room inside their skulls!
Inspiration can be a result of many things.Â Success in other writing arenas.Â News of the success of friends.Â Watching a show or a movie Iâ€™d like to emulate.
In this case: Veronica Mars.
I know this show has been out for a while, and while it was still out and viable I remember hearing good things about it from people that I trust.Â But I didnâ€™t have a television until last year, and I still donâ€™t have television in that my only purpose for the giant thing is for playing Xbox and watching movies.
But Netflix is now a successor to television, and Veronica Mars is playing a regular nightly engagement.
But this is supposed to be about inspiration, and I suppose if youâ€™ve seen the show then you know what I mean, and if you havenâ€™t then I donâ€™t know if I can rightly explain it to you.
Itâ€™s a detective story with the focus on a high school girl (eponymous hero) being the detective.Â She also is the narrator, and much of the show is driven forward by that narration â€“ which I suppose is a nod to noir and hard-boiled detectives (which, from the pilot episode, she shows herself to be).Â Yes, sometimes the angst driven up around a particular case seems out of sorts because theyâ€™re laying life-and-death emotions over whether a kid is sent to boarding school, but thatâ€™s okay.Â Somehow, it holds together.
Veronica Mars makes me want to write â€œA Day in the Lifeâ€ because I can see so clearly how the show was allowed to follow its own muse rather than be shoehorned into what-the-people-who-think-they-know-think-we-want.Â And I know (okay, I hubrisly imagine) that the TV show in my head will be entertaining but, also, rather inexplicable in terms of whatâ€™s already on television.
Hell, itâ€™s rather inexplicable to me.
But shows like Veronica Mars prove to me that such a confluence of the universeâ€™s generosity can occur.Â It gives me hope that if I managed to successfully write the series, then someone might produce it.Â And it bolsters me to consider ignoring the fact that the chance of production is so slim, to dive into the writing for the writingâ€™s sake, and, at the end, have something beautiful easily at hand, even if itâ€™s contained within my own grasp.