Premature Paniculation

I sent out my House script to three people who will pass them onto representation this week. I'm proud of the script, despite all my insecurities, and I'm optimistic that it will get me a nibble.

Or at least I was, until I watched Tuesday night's season premiere.

My script opens with a guy in a wheelchair looking for his pills. It turns out it's his wife who gets sick and might end up paralyzed. I researched the crap out of that puppy for a week before I even started writing and I'm banking a lot of my future on it.

The description of Tuesday night's episode read "Woman finds herself paralyzed after doing yoga". The episode opened with a guy looking around at people talking to him while he fails to respond. So I'm watching and I'm watching and not really thinking too much until he pulls forward in his wheelchair. Then I think about the episode description and realize that this is a misdirection and the wife is the one who'll get sick, and oh god, she gets paralyzed from doing yoga in a minute and... Oh god.

I hit pause and let fly a string of cusswords my neighbors will never forget. In fact, you might have heard my various "fucks" lilting down the street if you were anywhere near K-Town. I ran outside my apartment onto the porch and slammed the door. Then I jumped up and down and cussed a few more times and stomped my feet. Then I went back inside, poured myself a beer and sighed and hit play.

Then the guy dropped himself in the pool. The yoga lady was not his wife. This episode was not like mine at all except for the wheelchair which is not even that big a piece of the plot.

I'm pretty sure I learned something from that.