Archive for August, 2009
If you’re in the restaurant biz, you’ll hear it: “I’m in the weeds.” It’s waiter-waitress-cook lingo for, “I can’t keep up with my orders or my tables.” I like the image. So I’m taking it. Mine! *swipe* Writing is an act of crawling through the weeds. If you’d prefer something a wee more romantic, fine: [...]
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And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming. Which means, writing. Bludgeoning fuck-tons of writing. Which is good. I like writing. Take today, for instance. In addition to this series project that sent me to LA, I’ve also got Secret Film Project up and about and begging for attention. Today, it got that attention. Been [...]
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This seems a good time for a recap. After all, I only had a 14-hour travel day yesterday, what with the three-hour delay in Nashville. My head’s perfectly swimmy from jet-lag — my brain is still screaming at me that it’s 6:30 in the morning, when it is no such thing. Coming into Philadelphia last [...]
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And so, the final day comes to a close. I mean, shit, it’s not actually over yet. Maybe we’ll get some last minute, late night deal. Some studio executive will kung-fu kick down the door and shower me in magical Hollywood money, money that glows and sings and giggles. Probably not. Assuming that life just [...]
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I’m making a note here: “Huge success.” Day three is done. Morning meeting in Burbank. Technically, Burbank isn’t all that far from LA from what I can tell, but in the morning (and maybe at most hours), it turns into something of equal parts “clotted artery” and “parking lot.” Still, we made it to the [...]
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