Whilst I list great writers, I realize that my last post’s list of “three great writers” was incomplete.
This weekend my man has been away on a trip. We’ve been together for two months, and this trip was only the second time that we we’ve been apart. As much as we’ve struggled with some serious difficulties, I miss him incredibly, and at 11:30pm tonight I’ll be at the airport to welcome him home. In the meantime, to keep me company at home while I get paperwork and cleaning done and while I stave off a small cold (note: Zine Lozenges really do work wonders!) I broke down and bought the entire first season of The West Wing via the iTunes Music store.
It has been so comforting to be in the company of these fictional characters whom I love so much. The fantasy of having the White House filled with intelligent, moral, conscientious people is an indulgence. The cast of this show was incredible, with very few actors being anything but spectacular; but none of it would have been possible without the vision and writing of Aaron Sorkin. I loved his more recent experiment, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, and I was saddened that the network didn’t give it more support.
So again, I write to tip my hat to the great storytellers of television. May they weather the personal financial impact of their strike, and may the executives of the Media Industry be reasonable and compassionate so that this strike can be short.