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[crazyequalsgenius]

Never a bad idea when you're blocked. I did a lot of war drama stuff for a while ... sketchy black market dealer A, soldier B, terrorist D, you know. But then it started to get so stale, and I was getting typecast ... you know how it is.

So I started trying out for subtler stuff. Mysteries, spy stuff, political and procedural drama. I had a pretty sweet gig once I changed gears. Could work for you, too.

[again: in his case, crime is just acting, but for real]

[drowningman]

[The years of Alex Casey dominating his career flash across his mind, holding greater weight in this case than his tenure in the Dark Place. Typecast indeed, thinking about all the rumors that had come about, speculating what the man behind the famous crime series was really like.]

Yeah. I know what that's like.

[Alan is a bit awkward standing there waiting, a finger tapping on the doorknob where his hand lingers. Despite trying to be polite, he still can't hide his restlessness.]

Changing gears for me would certainly be... a departure. Not sure how good I'd be at writing soaps and sit-coms... Stephen King's work was what first inspired me to write, but my success came from a series of neo-noir detective novels.

[crazyequalsgenius]

So lean into the King side a little, maybe?

[he shrugged, moving past Alan into the apartment as he notices the agitation. he gives a silent apology for keeping him waiting by way of a brief, exaggerated wince.]

Make a detective story with monsters? You know, Miami Vice meets Tales from the Crypt. I bet people here would eat it up... figuratively speaking.

[drowningman]

[He waves off the apology as if to say 'it's fine' despite his feelings on the matter being much messier as he shuts the door. He grabs a canned coffee from the fridge and a clean lowball glass, bringing both to the little living room setup, setting both down in front of the couch before sitting himself down in the chair his laptop is perched in front of on the table.]

I don't have hot coffee to offer since we don't have any way to brew it yet. [Explaining why rather than ask he has simply placed the options offered out for Richard to choose.

Also, you don't microwave coffee. You just don't. If you do, you really are a monster.]

Yeah, that's not a bad idea. People love mysteries. Episodic narratives that have a surprise twist with an overarching plot have the potential to do pretty well if the investment pays off, and the reveal it's all been connected along the way usually builds excitement. People recommend it to their friends... Viewership goes up with a demand for more re-runs to be aired which would mean more revenue for the broadcasting station...

[He grabs the laptop as he starts to mutter more than be having a conversation, starting to type out notes and thoughts in the word processor on the laptop.]

[crazyequalsgenius]

S"arright.

[he resists the urge to sprawl out on the couch and just sits like a boring old normal person, picking up the can to crack it open with a satisfying little hiss as the pop-tab breaks the vacuum seal]

It's a little too hot out for me to want it that way anyways. Thank you ... You really know your T.V politics! I had agents for that kind of thing ... was a little too afraid of messing it up.

[drowningman]

[Agents, plural. Too many in his opinion. But then again, Alan only trusted one person to negotiate on his behalf professionally. They'd been together since what had felt like the beginning of time.]

Don't mention it. [He leans forward, reaching over the computer in his lap to grab his whiskey from where it sits next to a corked, half-empty bottle.]

My first job as a writer was for a TV show. I felt like I had a lot riding on my success at the time, so I was invested in learning about how it all worked. It didn't last very long though - the show was cancelled a year later. I moved on to novels afterward, but some things always stay with you.

[He takes a drink, then sets the glass back down. Hands return to the keys and type away, eyes focused on the screen.]

So, where did children's television fit into your career? Bit of a leap from war, espionage, and drama.

[crazyequalsgenius]

[listen, it was all bullshit, and multiple agents seemed just the kind of detail to make it not quite sound immediately like bullshit. and it was, apparently, working like a dream.]

Well, the espionage one got cancelled after a season and a half - pity, because it was about this sleeper agent who didn't remember his missions, so he was literally living two lives. I really wanted to know where the writer was going to take it, too ...

But I'd just bought a new flat and I needed to keep the rent up, so I started taking any audition that'd match the pay. I landed two - the hospital drama and the kids' show. But they filmed at different times of the day, so I took both. What do they say? Chicken today, feathers tomorrow?

[he doesn't give a crap if Alan wants to type his way through this conversation and only half-listen to him. it means he doesn't have to make quite as much of an effort with some of it. the sleeper agent was some schlock he'd heard someone ranting about on the tube once - they were mad that it'd been canceled. it had been useless information, but thanks to his steel-trap memory, it had stayed anyway. Jim supposed everything was useful in some way if you waited long enough. What was the use in forgetting things if you might need them later? His brain was a metaphorical episode of Hoarders.]

[drowningman]

[As he's listening to Richard speak, he's tossing ideas into a notepad document on the laptop, throwing the metaphorical spaghetti at the wall, but eventually the typing slows. His eyebrows furrow tighter - a common occurrence between his tense RBF - and his typing slows, until eventually he stops and looks up at the guest on the couch.]

I'm not familiar with that saying.

But if it was just a gig to pay rent, how is that what stuck with you enough to want to carry it over?

[crazyequalsgenius]

No? It's kind of a fable sorta thing. Means that you'll eat well the first day - but then if you eat it all, all you have left the day after is the feathers you plucked. So you hafta plan accordingly. Make sure there're more chickens.

[there are plenty of little demonstrative hand gestures to accompany this explanation]

Which is why I took both shows. The drama and the storyteller.

[drowningman]

[Alan purses his lips in a tight-lipped grimace a moment. He couldn't tell if there was something deliberately inattentive or evasive happening here, or if this guy was just... vapid.

Surely not, if he was as... seasoned an actor as he said. But also people could have an ego bigger than their actual accomplishments, and he was no stranger to that. Sometimes he himself even felt guilty of such a thing.

In any case, he tries to hide his judgment behind his general surliness, grabbing his glass of whiskey to take another drink.]

Really soaking up Aesop's lessons, huh? [A joke, to keep up his own façade.]

[crazyequalsgenius]

[if he was coming across as vapid, it was Alan's perception of his performance ... and that worked for him. after all, you didn't want people to think you had the brains necessary to be a criminal mastermind, did you? He still picked up on the judgement, and gave a humorless little laugh]

No, not really.

[you're not funny right now, Alan, his tone and expression say, with sympathy. you're just bitter and moody and day drinking, like just about every writer who's ever worked for TV. but it's a throwaway moment, and he builds back up to his usual level of cheer]

The thing that made me keep both gigs was how popular they got. Storytelling gig was a lot less physically demanding than the drama, so it wasn't totally wiping me out ... and sad stay at home moms watch both, you know? I was getting a pretty good following. Kept me versatile, kept me busy. But then there was a writers' strike, and everything shut down fer a while ...

[he sighed, looking down into his own glass.]