"Survive 'Til 25"

Why is Hollywood Dead?

While we all wait to see if Hollywood’s strike on artists actually continues through the second quarter, “SURVIVE ‘TIL ‘25” has become doom-motto around town.

”We went on strike, then they went on strike.” A veteran writer tells me.

And while it does feel that way, the Great Contraction era is an unprecedented and multifaceted cluster-fuck that has left A-Listers pitching to deaf ears in the first quarter of 2024.

What does it mean for us, generally?

We have been forced to package and wait. And we write with no incentive because we can’t feed ourselves. We are waiting to hear, “I told you so,” about our “careers failing” because we have no cash flow.

All the while, we are working harder than ever. We can’t walk into a meeting with our pitches, bibles, and specs anymore. We are taking so many fucking meetings, writing scripts, sitting in our offices at home, or in bed wondering
—HOW AM I MAKING MONEY ‘TIL ‘25?!?!?—

And I don’t know.
I got a letter today from the WGA asking for repayment of my strike loan. I was like, Guys, no one has gone back to work.

My film packages are made, but the triggers can’t be pulled.
My TV packages are made, but the triggers can’t be pulled.
My writing is piling up, but the triggers can’t be pulled.

This newsletter is it.
It is my only resource at this moment.

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Until then?

Staying Alive.