I’ve just finished watching the live feed from Managua, Nicaragua, of the launch of the TV show I co-created down there, Contracorriente (roughly “Against the Tide”). The show looks really great. The production values are there, the acting is there, and the story is there. I really think it’s going to do what it sets out to do — help the good people of Nicaragua and elsewhere in Central America and the Caribbean understand and cope with some of the pressing problems they face, everything from sweatshop labor to commercial sexual exploitation of adolescents. Well, we won’t know until the feedback and ratings roll in, but right now it looks good.
But it’s weird, you know, weird…I was watching the stories of the episodes unfold, and I felt unexpectedly removed from them. This is odd, and this should not be, because I was materially involved in breaking every single one of those story moments — half of them came out of my brain and all of them benefited from the story development tools I laid on them. With that in mind, I feel like I should be intimately connected to them, but I can’t for the life of me recall a single moment of inception for any of them. This is not a case of my ongoing crap memory (which is crap, ongoing). Rather, it’s a sense that, well, that was then and this is now. (Even though the last iteration of “then” was only last week.) That project is done — at least my part of it is — and while I can take pride in having helped make it possible, I can’t really do anything with it now, today.
Now, today, I have other problems. I’ve spent six frustrated hours beating my head against my new novel, The Texas Twist, and getting absolutely nowhere. I’ve checked in with my online book sales and see that they’re…okay, let’s be charitable and call them “flat.” In the back of my mind I know that I should be scouring the internet for publicity and promotional opportunities, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. So, yeah, I have this great accomplishment right back there over my shoulder, but I’m so wrapped up in what comes next that I really can’t savor it. Kind of sucks, and I don’t know what to do about that.
Look, I know how important Contracorriente is. I know how much time and effort I invested in it, and I’m sure in the fullness of time I will appreciate it. Right now it just seems long ago and far away. I guess I’m wondering, “What have I done for me lately?”
If your Spanish is up to it, you can check it out by following the links to be found at http://www.puntos.org.ni/.
More later, -jv