Rollercoaster of Love (for Moonlight)
So here was my plan for the week:
- Write my column
- Collect entries for the Go! and Get Out! listings
- Say a tearful goodbye to staff writer Stephany Schings who is moving on to bigger and better things, though not as fun a thing as life in the Review Times office.
- Watch Moonlight and wonder how the heck I was going to get through three months without my Mick
Then came Monday.
New plan:
- Weeping and gnashing of the teeth
- All out war for Moonlight.
For those who don't know, Moonlight (my favorite TV of all time now) was unceremoniously canceled by CBS. Commence a collective scream from every single crazy Moonlight fan out there. Fans who were about to head to LA to celebrate our crazy obsession (I'm still going, but now I'll be camped out in front of one network or another).
The news has been up and down, back and forth. The new owner of CW's Sunday nights, Media Rights Capital, might take it. Then it wouldn't. Then maybe it would be a midseason replacement. Then it was dead, dead, dead. Then the CW option rose from the grave, and now SciFi and USA might be interested. The sets were going to be torn down Friday, now it's Tuesday. And I'm sitting here refreshing Moonlightline.com and Moonlight-Detective.com constantly, researching Nielsen ratings and market shares, learning how to be a backseat programmer, writing ads for Variety (thanks in advance for helping me, Jason!).
I was spurred on by the season finale, the best episode the series has had to date with the best of MickBeth, Beth and Josef, vampire politics and quality procedural moments. I'm so sure you'll love this episode, drop me an e-mail and I'll buy it for you (first 10 readers only - I'm a journalist - we are passionate but broke people). The episode kicked my behind into gear and reminded me what I'm fighting for. Sure, it's just a TV show, but it's my show and I won't apologize for loving it. I've done my time on political campaigns, volunteering at shelters and saving the world in my own small way. Let me have this one thing, powers that be, please.
It's been a war of despair and hope for me. I prefer hope, but the despair is slowly eating it alive. Frankly, I can't stand the uncertainty for long. I've never been a rollercoaster kind of gal (I spend my Cedar Point days eating Dippin' Dots and riding the swings) and this is killing me softly.
But as long as the hope perseveres, I'm writing letters. Lots and lots of letters, with my chicken scratch, serial killer-esque script begging for help from whatever suit wants to take my money and run.
Want to join me? Click here for a list of place to write for help.
And listen for a faint wail of despair or explosion of happy from the northwest corner of Ohio during the next few weeks...
- Mariah


























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