This journal documents the author's experiences as a television writer. To read the story from its inception, go to the beginning.

September 18, 2001

How many cubits?
This last week has seen New York City infused with religious services, candlelight vigils, and patriotic speeches. And although many have found solace for their grief in these gatherings and communions, none of these events hold much comfort for me. I have never been one to look for answers surrounded by large groups of strangers, preferring the company of loved ones or even solitude.

But like so many who have been living with the psychic fallout from last week's destruction, I have begun to look for a sign of hope. Not the reassurance of a politician. Not the obvious humanity of all the people running to aid New York in its time of crisis. But a stark, blatant symbol that the joy of living will return. I want what Noah got when the dove returned to the ark with an olive sprig in its beak.

One of the repercussions of last week's terrorist attacks was the delay of the fall television season. Most new and returning programs will now be broadcast a week or more later than originally planned. Producers are scrambling to edit out any footage that features the World Trade Center towers. Network television executives are furiously trying to figure out the best way to promote a slate of new programming amidst trying times. Hidden in this slate is my sign

The coming fall television season consists mainly of dramas, reality television shows, and news magazines. Not counting game shows like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, these three categories will comprise 47 hours of programming each week for ABC, CBS, NBC, and Fox. I think even as I write this, most people are overdosing on reality. They are supersaturated with the news. How many shows concerning police, firefighters, emergency room doctors, CIA operatives, and all manner of professionals in peril will the public support? How will they be able to enjoy so-called reality shows such as Survivor in light of the real life fight for survival going on for so many these days?

My ark will soon be heading for Los Angeles. A dove will come bearing new sitcoms in need of writers.

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