On January 26, I had a baby girl, Ruby Lucinda Groban. She was a month early but huge and healthy, weighing in at 7 pounds, 5 ounces and a very tall 21 inches. So far, she’s a blondie. Her middle name is for her late uncle, Louis Terrell, who died last year. Her first name is just something I always thought would be a pretty name for a little girl. Also, now my kids will have a special affinity for the book series and cartoon
The premiere for the last season of “The Newsroom” was last Tuesday at the Directors Guild in LA. Here’s a picture of me with my go-to HBO premiere date, Sarah Heyward, a writer on “Girls.” (It was election night so my husband was busy working in Sacramento). The series premiere is this Sunday night at 9PM. Tune in!
Tune in to HBO on Sunday nights starting Nov.9 for the 3rd and final season of “The Newsroom,” which I worked on. Here’s the trailer.
I sold a show inspired by my New York Times Styles story about Lulu, an app that lets women anonymously review and rate men. I’m excited that Lulu’s co-founder, Alexandra Chong, will be a producer on the project. I sold the pitch to E! which is trying to develop more scripted dramas. The studio is Warner Brothers. So, this is what I’ll be working on now that we just finished writing Season 3 of “The Newsroom.” It was a great experience and I learned a ton from working with Aaron Sorkin. The show airs in November.
I love Shonda Rimes’ commencement speech at Dartmouth, especially this part:
Shonda, how do you do it all?
The answer is this: I don’t.
Whenever you see me somewhere succeeding in one area of my life, that almost certainly means I am failing in another area of my life.
If I am killing it on a Scandal script for work, I am probably missing bath and story time at home. If I am at home sewing my kids’ Halloween costumes, I’m probably blowing off a rewrite I was supposed to turn in. If I am accepting a prestigious award, I am missing my baby’s first swim lesson. If I am at my daughter’s debut in her school musical, I am missing Sandra Oh’s last scene ever being filmed at Grey’s Anatomy. If I am succeeding at one, I am inevitably failing at the other. That is the tradeoff. That is the Faustian bargain one makes with the devil that comes with being a powerful working woman who is also a powerful mother. You never feel a hundred percent OK; you never get your sea legs; you are always a little nauseous. Something is always lost.
Something is always missing.
And yet. I want my daughters to see me and know me as a woman who works. I want that example set for them. I like how proud they are when they come to my offices and know that they come to Shondaland. There is a land and it is named after their mother. In their world, mothers run companies. In their world, mothers own Thursday nights. In their world, mothers work. And I am a better mother for it. The woman I am because I get to run Shondaland, because I get write all day, because I get to spend my days making things up, that woman is a better person—and a better mother. Because that woman is happy. That woman is fulfilled. That woman is whole. I wouldn’t want them to know the me who didn’t get to do this all day long. I wouldn’t want them to know the me who wasn’t doing.
Lesson Number Three is that anyone who tells you they are doing it all perfectly is a liar.
I spent last weekend in DC for the White House Correspondents Dinner. Well, I didn’t actually go to the dinner but I went to many parties associated with it. I was on a bit of a research mission for a project I’m working on. I went to the Vanity Fair party with my friend Vanessa Grigoriadis who writes for the magazine. It was incredibly fun and fabulous. Here’s a picture of us at the Facebook/BuzzFeed pre party which was fun, too. The highlight of the weekend was hanging out with the casts from Veep, Scandal and House of Cards who were the belles of the ball.