This past week, my work has appeared (well, aheard, I suppose) on the Kidd Kraddick in the Morning Show, a nationally syndicated morning program. The Grapes of Destiny is a soap opera parody; part Carol Burnett Show, part Saturday Night Live. The 3-4 minute skits are performed daily by the show’s cast.
While it’s not the first time I’ve had my work produced, this was the first time it’s reached a large audience, one that could provide instant feedback via social media. I braced myself for the likelihood that there would be some negative comments – after all, nothing is universally liked, except perhaps My Favorite Year which has 100% fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes (and is awesome,rent it!).
Before the skits began airing, I told myself I was not going to listen to it, or seek out any feedback about it. After all, the sketches were done, turned into the station long ago, and I couldn’t change them. I don’t have any control over the cast’s performances. And if listeners didn’t think it was funny – well, they aren’t going to change their minds if I explain why it was supposed to be funny.
But look – writers have egos. You have to have a certain amount of ego to walk into a room and ask people to spend many years and millions of dollars bringing a story you made up to life. We want the audience to like our work and what lunatic doesn’t enjoy hearing compliments about themselves? And so, I peeked.
Happily, there were only a few unflattering remarks. Of course this doesn’t mean that thousands of people didn’t hate it and lunge for their radio dials the instant it came on, but at least they didn’t hate it so much they felt the need to pull over and tweet about it. (Or maybe they all died in horrific traffic accidents caused by the lunging in which case, I’m really sorry.)
Most of the feedback was positive (and I am counting “The first episode was awful but it got better” as positive) There was even an attempt to get #grapesofdestiny going. I did wish that at least one of the comments would be “hey, this is really funny, why don’t you hire that woman to write for you full time” but maybe those folks are sending emails. (Or letters. I can give you the address).
In all, my Week of Minor Local Awareness was a success. This is certainly the most interesting thing that has happened to me so far as a writer and, if I never get a chance to pitch Dustin Hoffman the script I wrote just for him, it will absolutely be the thing that leads off my obituary.
If you are not in the Kidd Kraddick in the Morning listening area, the skits can be heard here: