There’s something to be said when the face of rejection appears in a storytellers life. It usuay means that there is something not benefiting in that relationship.
Such was the case yesterday. I loathe the term “Canadian Television.” It’s as vile as “Reality” programs which are just unscripted drama competitions.
Television should not be defined or defended by its limitations as a national label. Good television is sought and watched, bad tv is painful and usually disconnected with any audience. The mediocre of these are state-run programs that are homoginized to the point they’re as mentally and emotionally nutritious as white sugar and bread.
They run their life, but never to much of an audience, and if there is the sudden mass appeal to the show it’s regretably cancelled. This has nothing to do with the show, but the network is run like a school-board. And we all know a school board can’t run a profit or become self-sustaining or the following year the government funding simply won’t be there.
I never want mediocre results and now I’m happy to know that with a little bit of rejection I’m back on the path to bigger things.
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