Tonight I won a Daytime Emmy. "How is that possible?" you may ask, since
I haven't worked in Daytime for close to a year. Well, Emmys operating
the way they do, this was for work from a year ago, specifically my part
on the directing team of One Life to Live's online version.
I did not go up on stage in LA, wearing sequined clothes and a giant
smile. I watched the win, courtesy of live streaming, on my phone, at my
dinner table, with my children, but even across the country, my
colleagues could have heard my kids--and me--scream when the winner was
announced.
I won't lie--it will be exciting to have another golden statue arrive on my doorstep.
But as I watched a director with whom I've worked for years give the
acceptance speech, I was thinking about more than just the statue. For that
handful of months in Connecticut, at the place I fondly referred to as
"Soap Camp," I was part of a group of people who came together and
believed we could create something great. Something familiar, and yet
new. There were late nights, and long train rides, and moments of utter
confusion, but mostly, there was the coming together of a bunch of
people dedicated to continuing--and furthering--the soap medium.
It has been almost a year since all of that finished. But as I watched
tonight, I was reminded of what a gift it was to be a part, not just of
that winning directing team, but of the One Life to Live/All My Children
effort as a whole. It didn't just give work to me and hundreds of other
people. It gave new hope and a new home and new excitement and a new
challenge to us all.
The Emmy is thrilling, to be sure. But the gift of what got us to that
Emmy is one that I will never forget. It's a gift that keeps on giving.
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