How
I Ended up Writing for Animaniacs
As a film critic for
the LA Weekly, I was voted in as a member of the Los Angeles Film Critics
Association. One year we gave our Best Picture award to Schindler's
List, which meant that Steven Spielberg joined us for a private luncheon
to receive his award. Of course I didn't get to sit at his table. I was
stuck at a table in back with the unknown actor we were giving the award
for best supporting actor to, a punk kid named Leonardo DiCaprio whom I
had nothing to say to. After lunch, I went up to Spielberg and mentioned
that as much as I liked Schindler's List, my favorite creation of
his that year was the TV show Animaniacs. He loved this and we ended
up talking a bit about the show. I was pleased to find out that his involvement
with the show was very "hands on," and that he personally approved of every
script before it went into production.
Finally, he told me
that the reason I like the show so much was because it was written by guys
like me. I said I'd love to try to write for the show, and he told me the
name of the guy to call, Tom Ruegger.
I called Tom Ruegger
a half dozen times and he never got back to me, despite the fact my messages
said that Steven Spielberg told me to call.
Then, months later,
in a miraculous fluke of serendipity, I got a call from one of the editors
of Daily Variety asking me to do a piece on children's television. They
gave me a list of people they wanted me to interview, and one of them was
Tom Ruegger. This time I called him saying I was a writer from Variety
wanting to interview him for an article, and THAT got me in his office.
After the interview,
I mentioned the Spielberg story, and he told me to get in touch with the
headwriter of the show, Peter Hastings. Six months and a dozen phone calls
later, I still hadn't gotten into Hasting's office.
At a party for the opening
of a film, I happened to meet a show biz attorney, and I told him my Animaniacs
story. He told me that HE could get me in, but only after I signed a contract
with him agreeing to give him a percentage of anything I would make. I
signed and he finally got me a meeting with Hastings, though he told me
later that it even took HIM more than half a dozen calls to get me the
appointment.
I called Hasting's office
to confirm the appointment. It had to be postponed. I called the next week.
No appointment. Finally, out of desperation, I sent Peter Hastings the
following questionaire along with a self-addressed stamped envelope...