The BBC has taken over my life.
I am never more happy than when I rush home on Friday afternoons to watch the next episode of the Great British Baking Show to see who of my favorite English pastry geniuses will be leaving the tent after a lengthy weekend of creating culinary marvels.
Don't even get me started on Sherlock. I've watched the whole series through more time than I count and recommended it to just about everyone I've met. The last season aired in 2017 and both producers have said multiple times that another season probably won't happen, and yet I'm holding out hope. (Samuel Johnson would be disappointed in me, I know). The pace of the writing in that show makes the 90 minute episode seem like a couple seconds. That's a caliber of screenwriting I'm always trying to reach. Where the audience will stay completely focused for 90 whole minutes simply because they want to know what comes next, going so far as to think about that experience after it's over and create their own art from it. That's the dream, in my eyes at least, for writers everywhere.
That's the magic of television, I think. Encapsulating all the wonder that you see inside your head reading a book or imagining a storyline and making it tangible. Well as tangible as you consider pixels.
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