As every fan of watching things on screens is aware, the Writers Guild of America (WGA) has struck, or perhaps stricken, against the Alliance of Motion Picture, Television, and Made-For-Television Motion Picture Producers (AMPTMFTMPP).

As WGA members, we vow not to commit any of our brilliant ideas to the page until the studios capitulate to our demands. We refuse to draw upon our vast creative resources, which include one shared copy of Final Draft software and a vocabulary chock full of words like "capitulate," "chock full," and "lest." Lest America forget what it's missing out on, here’s WHAT WE’RE NOT WRITING today:

(To tell the world what you're not writing during the strike, click here.)

Friday, December 21, 2007

"It Was The Guy With The Eyepatch"

Murder mystery. Twelve characters board a chartered yacht for a dinner party -- an hour later, one winds up dead. Which guest was the killer? Was it Baron Von Bromeier, the greedy land-owner? Or Vanessa, the socialite with a dark secret? Or the guy with the eyepatch? Or Klaus, the mysterious ex-spy? A classic "Whichonedidit".

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