I remember a time in college where I was caught in this weird sort of limbo, where I was always kind of around, but I didn?t really participate. I would go out to local bars, but didn?t feel much like talking, because, for the most part, I don?t like crowds. Still, I would show up and chat a bit with people I knew, but I wasn?t really involved. Some of the times I went simply because I was lonely or bored, but others because I felt like if I stayed home, I might have missed something good, whateI remember a time in college where I was caught in this weird sort of limbo, where I was always kind of around, but I didn?t really participate. I would go out to local bars, but didn?t feel much like talking, because, for the most part, I don?t like crowds. Still, I would show up and chat a bit with people I knew, but I wasn?t really involved. Some of the times I went simply because I was lonely or bored, but others because I felt like if I stayed home, I might have missed something good, whatever ?good? meant.

But it was deeper than that. For years and years I had a guitar?an electric for a while, an acoustic for a while?but I never learned more than a few chords. Why? Because on some level I felt like if I couldn?t get good in like, four days, then what was the point? If I practiced and practiced and practiced and practiced, I might be sort of moderately okay … [i]eventually[/i]. But I wanted to be good right now. Today. Immediately.

Besides, if I was busy practicing, during those times, I wouldn?t have been able to do … something else.

Same thing with exercise. How many times did I say: [i]Okay, I?m gonna get in shape, gonna flatten my gut, gonna get six-pack abs, gonna lift weights, gonna learn karate[/i]. Well, back in those days I didn?t get in shape, I didn?t flatten my gut, get six-pack abs, lift weights or learn karate. Why? Again, because it would have taken too long. And working out would have kept me from doing anything else. Not that I filled that time with anything worth noting. I wasn?t participating in much: I wasn?t making connections with other people, even though I was physically present.

I?ve since gotten in shape, became a regular racquetballer and swimmer for a few years, and even took Kung Fu and Chinese kickboxing for a while (Although, my gut only left me for a few months about ten years ago, and has since been like a friend who needs a place to stay for a few days and winds up moving in; I want him to go, but I can?t quite get myself to kick him out).

[b]The Choice Not Chosen[/b]

But over the years I began to realize that at least one key reason I didn?t commit to exercise or guitar or other activities was that I wasn?t making my peace with the choices I didn?t choose. For example, if had committed to practicing my guitar an hour a day four days a week, that would have meant not going out, seeing people or just being available?for each of those single hours I was practicing.

Because I wanted to have [i]all [/i]of my options open to me at all times to do any number of [i]other [/i]things, I committed to nothing.

And yet had I actually practiced several days a week, in a year?s time, or two years time, I [i]would[/i] have been at least okay at the guitar and enjoying it more and more as I improved (nope, still haven?t learned). Had I hit the gym regularly, I would have looked better, been healthier.

And that?s where I really missed out back then. Being on call to go … wherever … would only have been of value had I actually gone places and done things when opportunity knocked. Which, for a while, I didn?t. I was in constant waiting mode. And I?m not sure what I was waiting for.

It?s like never settling down in a relationship because there are just too many other people out there who [i]might[/i] be better. It?s always about what [i]might be[/i] rather than [i]what is.[/i]

This sense of … waiting … really peaked for me when I was around 21, and lasted about a year, and while I certainly became more active in the years subsequent to that time, I still struggled with it for a long time. I still need reminders now and again to actively participate with any number of people, although today it?s because my schedule is so maxed out that I sometimes overlook what?s right in front of me. But back then, I wasn?t maximizing; I was minimizing, and then sulking about not having more fun. About not connecting.

[b]Participation is its Own Reward[/b]

Somewhere along the line, though, I really started to focus on this idea of choosing?and not choosing, which is a big key to my being a participant in just about anything. For example, there were a few times before I got married?not many, but a few?when Liz would want us to go away for the weekend to visit one of her friends or relatives, and I wouldn?t want to, because somewhere deep down I thought if I went to visit [i]them[/i] I would be missing out on [i]something else[/i].

But that?s really not the case. By going on these little trips, by engaging with other people … that?s when I feel most fulfilled. I don?t feel like I?m missing out on something else. The participating [i]is[/i] the something else. For a long while I was missing out on making connections with other people because I was on stand-by waiting for the chance [i]to[/i] make a connection.

It?s like letting train after train after train go by just waiting for the [i]right[/i] train to arrive. I can?t always know when the right train comes along, but never choosing pretty much guarantees that I?ll get nowhere fast.

The times I felt most in conflict came about because I hadn?t made peace with what I would be giving up, rather than focusing on what I would be gaining.

M. Scott Peck writes about this idea in his book, [i]In Search of Stones[/i]. As he put it: [i]Each choice of an option is usually foreclosure of another. Choose to go to medical school and it is not likely you will ever go to law school. Choose the track of hopefully becoming a corporation CEO and you will likely choose not fulfill your potential for motherhood. [/i](Well, this was written about 15 years ago, but you get the idea).

[b]Missing Out is A-Okay[/b]

Today, if anything, I struggle with committing to too many things. But when I do choose I try to be aware of what I?m choosing, and also what I know I?m giving up as a result.

For example, it?s easier for me to get up before 5 am because I?ve made my peace with what I don?t choose: Sleep! (Actually, I do actually sleep a 7 to 8 hours a night). To facilitate this schedule, I also choose to go to bed earlier than I used to?around 9:30 p.m.?rather than staying up watching TV until 11 (or even 2 or 3 a.m. on the weekends), which I also happen to enjoy and did almost my whole life. But I?m okay not keeping those late hours anymore because of I what I get in return.

I?m going to miss out on things. It?s gonna happen. Forever and ever. But the more I make my peace with what I don?t choose?by letting go of all the other things I [i]could[/i] be doing?the more I find it easier to relax and enjoy myself with what I do choose.

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As part of my job as a commercial real estate editor, I manage to finagle my way into some cool things now and again, and yesterday was one of those times. As a lifelong Yankees fan, it kinda rankled my feathers a bit, but I reached down deep inside and got over it. After a year of trying, I got myself on the media list for the NY Mets, and yesterday got a full-access tour of Citi Field, the new ballpark that will replace Shea Stadium.

And yes, it was very, very cool. And freezing @$#! coldAs part of my job as a commercial real estate editor, I manage to finagle my way into some cool things now and again, and yesterday was one of those times. As a lifelong Yankees fan, it kinda rankled my feathers a bit, but I reached down deep inside and got over it. After a year of trying, I got myself on the media list for the NY Mets, and yesterday got a full-access tour of Citi Field, the new ballpark that will replace Shea Stadium.

And yes, it was very, very cool. And freezing @$#! cold! When was the last time you went to a baseball stadium while it snowed? But it was so totally worth it.

I was there with about 50 or 60 of my closest reporter friends (actually I didn?t know any of them), and got to walk the under-construction stadium, from the very top level all the way down to the field. So I?ve touched home plate even before the Mets players! (I’ve got a bunch of photos uploaded, so check on the Photos section and see what I mean!)

I have to say, this stadium is going to be great. There are great site lines from every seat, and as a spectator you?ll be really close to the field no matter what section you?re in. The physical seats are not in place yet, and the guts need to be built, but the shell is almost entirely done.

So one thing I’ll always be able to take with me, for all my years, is that no matter what happens on that field, no matter how big games the Mets play, no matter how many great players touch that field, I’ll always be able to say that I was there before it all started, on the field, with the snow and the cranes and metal girders, looking out from home plate in a way that very few people ever will.

As a Yankees fan, it stuck in my craw just a little to be on Mets turf, but this was just too cool to pass up. Now I gotta get myself onto the Yankees media list and get a tour of that too!

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Out of all the writing and editing techniques I employ, regardless of where I sit, what time I get started or how long my sessions go, there’s one factor that sets my writing time apart from the rest:

Alex. Yep, Alex the cat.

I’ll be writing in the morning, say, about 5:30 a.m., and already Alex is meowing at me, having decided that, [i]yeah, yeah, yeah, your book blah, blah, blah … dude, give me some attention, give me some now and I don’t want to hear about you work it out, so get Out of all the writing and editing techniques I employ, regardless of where I sit, what time I get started or how long my sessions go, there’s one factor that sets my writing time apart from the rest:

Alex. Yep, Alex the cat.

I’ll be writing in the morning, say, about 5:30 a.m., and already Alex is meowing at me, having decided that, [i]yeah, yeah, yeah, your book blah, blah, blah … dude, give me some attention, give me some now and I don’t want to hear about you work it out, so get to it[/i].

So, innevitably, I stop what I’m doing, go find Alex, pick him up, and as he rests on my shoulder, he starts purring like crazy. I’ll usually sit at the desk for a few minutes with him like this, and even though I don’t get a ton done while he’s in my arms, I have to admit, it really sets me in a good mood.

There’s something about the rhythm of his purring, his warmth, that I connect with, that seems to find its way down my arms and into my fingers. Maybe it’s our connection that I relate to, that his energy becomes part of my writing, so that, in a way, it becomes [i]ours[/i].

Now, I haven’t done any scientific studies tracking the quality of my writing sessions as they pertain to his purring, and even if there isn’t any noticeable difference, in the end, I doesn’t matter. Because of all the ways I can think of to start my writing session–heck, to start anything–having Alex with me, purring away, is pretty darn great no matter how it all turns out.

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As a follow-up to my earlier blog, I want to spend just a little time talking about Hillary Clinton. (And in terms of full disclosure, I voted for Bill Clinton?twice).

In regard to Hillary and her Presidential run, I?ve actually come around on her. I don?t love her, and I don?t hate her. In fact, if she became president, I don?t think she?d actually wrankle too many feathers when it comes to her actually policies, although I don?t think that would be the point. When it comes to actual decisAs a follow-up to my earlier blog, I want to spend just a little time talking about Hillary Clinton. (And in terms of full disclosure, I voted for Bill Clinton?twice).

In regard to Hillary and her Presidential run, I?ve actually come around on her. I don?t love her, and I don?t hate her. In fact, if she became president, I don?t think she?d actually wrankle too many feathers when it comes to her actually policies, although I don?t think that would be the point. When it comes to actual decision-making, I think Hillary would actually be pretty conservative, and keep things fairly calm and steady across the board.

Even a die-hard, right wing Republican friend of mine, who hates all things Clinton, seems to agree.

In terms of personality, well … that?s where the trouble begins. Too many Republicans simply hate Hillary, and just as many?if not more?hate Bill. And that?s a real problem. No matter what Hillary would do, or not do, as President, the Republicans who truly hate her would spend enormous amounts of time and energy lobbing bombs at her and Bill and their allies, essentially strangling Hillary?s ability to get anything done. It would be bad for her, bad for the Democrats, and, more importantly, bad for America. For you and me.

I think it?s a real shame that Hillary is being battered like this, but as columnist Richard Cohen wrote in yesteray?s editorial in the New York [i]Daily News[/i], he thinks Bill would stalk her presidency. I agree.

As for me, I?ve had enough with them. Enough with the Clintons. Certainly enough with the Bush family. That time has passed. I?m not going on any crazy Obama campaign here, because I?m not convinced he?s the answer, but this country needs a fresh voice to give us a chance, to recover from a decade that took us in absolutely the wrong direction.

If Hillary winds up getting the Democratic nod, I don?t think she can win the general election. And if she does, I think her run will be filled with landmines that exceed even what we?ve seen so far. We need a President who can actually be President, not spending his or her time defending themselves for getting elected in the first place.

When the mini-trailer for the new Star Trek movie came out last week, I got pumped, and that was only seeing it online. I?ve yet to see it on the big screen.

So … yeah. I?m a Trekkie. Now, I don?t love all the different shows, or the movies, either. But I?ve been a Star Trek fan since I was a kid. My earliest memories of Star Trek?and some of my favorite as a kid?were those on Sunday nights, when my parents would order in Chinese food, and we?d eat spare ribs and fried rice and watch StaWhen the mini-trailer for the new Star Trek movie came out last week, I got pumped, and that was only seeing it online. I?ve yet to see it on the big screen.

So … yeah. I?m a Trekkie. Now, I don?t love all the different shows, or the movies, either. But I?ve been a Star Trek fan since I was a kid. My earliest memories of Star Trek?and some of my favorite as a kid?were those on Sunday nights, when my parents would order in Chinese food, and we?d eat spare ribs and fried rice and watch Star Trek on WPIX, Channel 11.

And specifically, I remember watching the episode with the Gorn?the scaly dude Kirk does battle with, mano-y-mano?where Kirk concocts some gunpowder-based weapon out of minerals on this barren planet, and blasts his opponent to the ground with some rock stuff shoved in a tube, like a home-made grenade launcher. And whenever the Gorn would come on screen, my parents would shout ?Rock Stuff!?, and laugh.

Ahh. Good times.

But the reason I love Star Trek?I?m a true fan both of the original series and [i]The Next Generation[/i], but not really of [i]Enterprise[/i], [i]Voyager[/i] or [i]Deep Space Nine[/i]?is that Star Trek really wasn?t about outer space, but?as M. Scott Peck writes in his book, [i]In Search of Stones[/i]?inner space. In the episode with the Gorn, Kirk has his enemy defeated, and about to kill him. But he doesn?t. Kirk spares his life. Even with the action, it?s the morality play that intrigues us most.

Along those lines, I want to give you here a passenger from M. Scott Peck wrote in that book:

[i]When I was still practicing psychotherapy I used to tell my patients that they were hiring me as a ?guide through inner space.? There, I believe, is where the real adventure must be. And to succeed at ?deep? psychotherapy, the patient must be every bit as much an explorer as any astronaut, driven by curiosity about his own thinking process, his dreams and his genes, his memories and blind spots, his feelings and follies.

Indeed, I think there is much more riding on the ?conquest? of inner space than there is on the conquest of celestial realms; the key to the preservation of our civilization may reside in our coming to regard the exploration of our unconscious minds as ?the final frontier.? And I am a ?Trekkie? precisely because the real subject of ?Stark Trek? is not so much intergalactic travel as the inner journey of the travelers.[/i]

As good drama of medium can do, it challenges us to consider who we are, what we think, and why we think and feel the things we think and feel. It can also get us to question how we behave.

Of course, I don?t watch Star Trek because I?m looking for it to be a moral compass for me, but I?like many fans?relate to it because, deep down, it?s more about the questions, than the answers. While set in outer space, it?s really about inner space.

The same is true of Finders Keepers. Even though I?ve set some of the story in fantastical realms?including my goofy version of Eternity?at heart the story is really about the characters, and how they begin to question themselves, how that impacts them, and what they do about it.

On a personal note, I?m not sure if I?m an inner space astronaut or not, but I am curious about behavior. About my own behavior. My ongoing personal quest is to become a better man today than I was yesterday, and a better man tomorrow than I am today.

So I read and I listen and try to talk to people who seem to know more about these things than I do, and hope that I?m making progress, that I?m overcoming at least some of my flaws. I know that no matter how long I work at it there will always be more to do, but I figure that if I really want to evolve as person as much as I tell myself I do, then I to have to accept the fact that, while I?m likely to realize some things about myself that will be a pleasant surprise, I?m also going to learn some things that I might not like, that might even make me cringe a little. Shining the light on things in the dark.

Learning. Exploring.

The reason I?m a Trekkie is that there?s this sense of adventure. Looking at things that are strange and new and exciting. And things that get me to think. Not just traveling physical distances, but perhaps more importantly, journeying inward, so that I can take what I learn and then incorporate it into how I am with other people, passing on something good and positive, something that will live on even long after I?m gone.

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In M. Scott Peck?s [i]In Search of Stones[/i], he says that [i]any effective person in society is run by the clock because society is run by the clock[/i]. I tend to agree. But there was one time in particular when I was a little bit late, and it really worked against me.

About eight years ago I was working with some guys that, well … let?s say, they weren?t the findest kind, and we?ll leave it at that. We were attending a conference in Midtown Manhattan, and the three of us had a meetinIn M. Scott Peck?s [i]In Search of Stones[/i], he says that [i]any effective person in society is run by the clock because society is run by the clock[/i]. I tend to agree. But there was one time in particular when I was a little bit late, and it really worked against me.

About eight years ago I was working with some guys that, well … let?s say, they weren?t the findest kind, and we?ll leave it at that. We were attending a conference in Midtown Manhattan, and the three of us had a meeting there with some executives at 9 a.m.

I was living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan at the time, and I thought I gave myself enough of a head start to be punctual. Turns out I was about 10 minutes late. This was back in the days before heavy cell phone use?and afterwards, I caught big-time abuse for my tardiness. Not because I ran a little late due to early-morning subway congestion, and not in that funny, ball-breaking way, but in that we hate your guts anyway and this is just another reason why you suck kinda way.

The funny thing is, I?m extremely punctual overall. In fact, I hate being late. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Normally, I would much rather be 20 minutes early than 10 seconds late. But this one time I was a little late because … well, I?m not entirely sure why, as it was a long time ago and I can?t remember, but I?m sure at least one factor was my not wanting to be in a room with those wonks one second more than I needed to, as they weren?t making life pleasant for me overall. I tried timing my trip so that I would get there with just enough seconds to spare. Didn?t quite work out.

That said, I want to be clear: Nobody else?and no other circumstance?made me late. I made me late. That was the last time I did that.

I?ve had many conversations with people over the years about this idea?being on time?and most seem to agree that being punctual is the way to go. Of course, we all know that things happen: there?s unexpected traffic, cars break down, extreme weather, etc. Being flexible goes a long way, and when we give each other a break, life seems to go more smoothly.

But don?t you notice how some people are pretty much always on time and others are pretty much always late? That?s not an accident. It?s intentional. I?ll explain.

Let?s say that Fred, who?s chronically late, wins a special lottery?a $150 million lump-sum payout, tax-free. But there?s one condition. To claim his prize, he must?must?show up at the collection office at 6 a.m. on the dot. Rain or shine. Blizzard or hurricane. Broken leg or blindness. No exceptions of any kind, no do-overs. He can get there by any means and with any help he wants, but Fred has to physically show up.

And if he?s even one minute late?even one second late; literarily one second, one blip of the second hand?he forfeits the entire $150 million. He gets nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero.

It?s gone.

Do you think Fred, who?s chronically late, would be there on time to collect his $150 million? You bet your you-know-what he?d be on time! He?d be there three hours early!

So Fred has the ability to show up on time; it?s just that he often chooses not to be.

Being late bugs me.

And yet there was a time for me in college, my (second) senior year, if I remember correctly, when I actually experimented with the idea of being a little late, this sense of, what?s the big deal if I miss by a few minutes? Will the world really come to an end? And what I mean is, I intentionally came late to class a few times. I intentionally left my apartment later than I knew I should when I was on my way to pick someone up.

Yeah … it didn?t go well. Didn?t like it. Not for me. Nobody was particularly impressed with my tardiness. So after a few weeks, I gave it up, and went back to being on time.

I?ve been accused from time to time of being overly intense about a few things (no, really … some people actually say that about me; crazy, I know). Is this one of those things? Don?t know. But while I realize that I might not get any extra points in life for being on time, I definitely don?t get them for being late.

Yesterday was Super Tuesday, and now that I?ve voted, I have some predictions for the Presidential Election. But before I get into that, I want to be up front about my last prediction.

About a year ago, back when Hilary and Obama weren?t really gathering too much steam either way and kind of splitting the Democratic party, I was pretty convinced?and went out on a limb saying so?that Al Gore was going to swoop in at the last minute, take the nomination in a thunderous move, and then win theYesterday was Super Tuesday, and now that I?ve voted, I have some predictions for the Presidential Election. But before I get into that, I want to be up front about my last prediction.

About a year ago, back when Hilary and Obama weren?t really gathering too much steam either way and kind of splitting the Democratic party, I was pretty convinced?and went out on a limb saying so?that Al Gore was going to swoop in at the last minute, take the nomination in a thunderous move, and then win the Presidential Election.

Well … so much for that prediction (although I do think that had he moved a little sooner, Gore could have done it).

I?m not as convinced of my next prediction as my last, but more and more I?m starting to get the feeling that the upcoming election could be very much like the Giant?s Super Bowl victory, with a young underdog team playing quick and tough with a big flourish at the end, to win it all. I think our next president will be … Barack Obama.

Here?s why.

I find it very unlikely that Mitt Romney is going to outlast John McCain. I just don?t see it. Doesn?t mean it can?t happen, but I?ll be surprised if it does. So let?s say McCain wins.

If it?s a McCain/Hilary election, I don?t think Hilary can win. They?re actually too similar ideologically?two old guards?and too many Republicans just hate her. Hate. Her. And I think that would galvanize the Republicans, and take the election.

But if it?s McCain/Obama … well … that?s something else. It would be like Nixon/Kennedy all over again. Obama?s a bad match-up for McCain. He?s young and agile, energetic. He?s fresh and new, and speaks with vigor and vitality that we haven?t seen in a long while.

Now, I?m not making a bold prediction here, and betting the farm on this scenario. But I think it could happen, and I think it?s more likely than I thought even a few weeks ago. Despite all this talk among the candidates about being agents of ?change,? I think America is actually ready for change. New leadership, a new voice.

Will Obama pull it off? I don?t know. And I don?t even know if he would be a good president. But he could very well be the Eli Manning of the 2008 election, and rise above early expectations, making the biggest plays when they matter most.

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I?ve been a Jets fan my entire life?and seeing as how I?m creeping up on 37?that?s a lot of years to watch the Jets lose. They?ve never won–or even gone to–a Super Bowl in my lifetime. But still I watch.

And while I was never a rampant Giants hater, I didn?t root for them either. But yesterday–against the Patriots (and Jets enemy) you bet yer you-know-what I was rooting all game long for those Giants. And throughout a tight, exciting game, I kept thinking, [i]they really have a chance, bI?ve been a Jets fan my entire life?and seeing as how I?m creeping up on 37?that?s a lot of years to watch the Jets lose. They?ve never won–or even gone to–a Super Bowl in my lifetime. But still I watch.

And while I was never a rampant Giants hater, I didn?t root for them either. But yesterday–against the Patriots (and Jets enemy) you bet yer you-know-what I was rooting all game long for those Giants. And throughout a tight, exciting game, I kept thinking, [i]they really have a chance, but can they hold out?[/i]

And then, with just two minutes to go, Eli Manning, the Giants? quarterback, comes up with the play of plays. That play. Scrambling in the backfield with the Patriots literally all over him, he manages to break free of a near-certain sack, and slings the ball through the air. Amazing.

But just as amazing, David Tyree, the Giants wide receiver, leaps in the air, out-jumping the defense back, and grabs the ball, and then, [i]with just one hand[/i], traps it … [i]against the top of his helmet! [/i]… as he crashes to the ground, and by some miracle, manages to hang on.

Incredible. Just incredible.

This will go down as one of the greatest plays in Super Bowl history, one of the most thrilling moments in sports we?ll ever likely see. Games like this?and these once-in-a-decade moments?really bring out the joy of what great competition can look like. And what fun it is to be a part of it.

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Just a quick one today, but I wanted to say that after spending a day in Philadelphia this week?a work trip?I really kinda liked it. It has that old town element from our original cities, and it?s really starting to ramp up in its downtown life as well. It?s a fairly friendly city, easy to get around, and it?s close to New York and Baltimore/Washington, D.C.

When I went down there I didn?t have any real expectations of what I would see?I always considered Philly as nothing more than an afteJust a quick one today, but I wanted to say that after spending a day in Philadelphia this week?a work trip?I really kinda liked it. It has that old town element from our original cities, and it?s really starting to ramp up in its downtown life as well. It?s a fairly friendly city, easy to get around, and it?s close to New York and Baltimore/Washington, D.C.

When I went down there I didn?t have any real expectations of what I would see?I always considered Philly as nothing more than an afterthought?but now I have to say that I?m a fan of Philadelphia.

Granted, I didn?t see enough of the city to claim any intimate knowledge of it, but what I did see, I liked, and I want to go back, hopefully sooner rather than later.

Like any TV junkie, I?m a little bummed that the writer?s strike is keeping some of my favorite shows off the air. Selfishly speaking, however, there?s a big upside for me with this writer?s strike, so I?m more than happy to wait as long as it takes for them to negotiate this out.

At the heart of the issue is what to do about Web money. Meaning, if any TV/Movies, etc. are delivered online, how much should the writer?s get paid? They want their fair share, and the studios pretty much don?t Like any TV junkie, I?m a little bummed that the writer?s strike is keeping some of my favorite shows off the air. Selfishly speaking, however, there?s a big upside for me with this writer?s strike, so I?m more than happy to wait as long as it takes for them to negotiate this out.

At the heart of the issue is what to do about Web money. Meaning, if any TV/Movies, etc. are delivered online, how much should the writer?s get paid? They want their fair share, and the studios pretty much don?t want to pay anything, or if they do, just peanuts. They argue that the Web is too new to be able to accurately compute what amount of revenue programming will produce–and by extension, what writers should get–and are therefore not paying at all.

Essentially, the studios want to figure out how they can keep the biggest slice for themselves. The writers want the same.

Thing is, if all goes well for me writing-wise, as I expect it will, some day down the line?and hopefully sooner rather than later?my time will come to cash in. Finders Keepers has potential for many mediums, as do the various other projects I?ve got in the pipeline. By the time my projects are coming up for Web delivery, I want to be protected.

So however long this writer strike takes, it takes. I miss my TV, but there?s a real issue at stake here. Not only do I support my fellow writers?who deserve to be compensated fairly?but one day Ill be on the negotiating end of things, and the more the writers work out today, the better off I?ll be tomorrow.