Two Gals and a Frog

Kelly, Jen and the Kateness at the Gay Pride Parade

There's nothing sweeter, or stranger, than "finishing" a project you've been working on for years.  It's never really finished.  But for a moment in time, it's okay to tell yourself:  Ta-da!  Done!  At least for now.  Until other humans take a look and make a few suggestions, and then a few more, and before you know you it, you're back in the trenches, tweaking.  I met Kelly during the Writers Strike of 2007-2008.  We marched and carried our signs and bonded.  At some point, she floated the idea of writing a script together.  In the past, I've avoided collaboration, especially when the kids were younger.  It seemed impossible to find someone whose schedule matched mine, someone I could be in synch with, on and off the page.  But with Kelly, I knew instantly we were a good match.  She's semi-youngish, I'm semi-oldish, and yet, despite the 15-year age gap, we find the same things hilarious.  We are partners in silliness.  Since we met, Kelly married Jen, and they had a gorgeous baby girl, the Kateness, and they moved to another house.  They've been busy.  But somewhere in there, we managed to get together once or twice a week, and write a children's movie about a boy and his frog.  We've learned about video game technology and solar power and invented a crazy animated world we'd be wary of living in ourselves.  We've delved into the psychology of frogs and evil game lords.  We've stepped into the future and out of our comfort zone.  We've laughed our tushies off along the way.  And now we're done.  At least for now.