The Times They are a-Stayin'

Hi.

I am delighted/relieved to report that, to my astonishment, my six new Times scripts were requested on Friday night.

They will go into production with a host of other Prometheus scripts/projects throughout the summer.

Once the crash cart arrives and the medics restart my heart, I will keep you posted as to the episodes' progress.

Whew.

-- L.

Update: "I Swear to You We're Not Finished Yet..."

Greetings.

This week marks a year since the final episode of "Dashing" played, and it's got me feeling a little restless.

I'm sitting on six fresh scripts, with no word on if/when they'll start heading for the studio, so I'm a little anxious.

I've also received no indication that they won't be produced, so Ive no reason to despair.

But in case they're not -- and if they aren't, I can't blame Herr Wilson, because his family would be justified to want him out of the studio and back in their lives -- I've started exploring options for getting them "out there" for a very egocentric reason.

Even if Prometheus is done with Times, I'm not. I still have stories to tell. I just have to figure out the best way to tell them. Maybe it's vanity. Maybe it's a midlife thing. Maybe it's both. But I'm working on it and, if you're still out there, I'll let you know what happens.

And if you are out there, thanks.

-- L.

PS: Yes, the title of this entry is from Star Trek III, branding me as both a geezer and a geek.