August 05, 2008
there but for the grace of _____
Whenever I have a rough day, frustrating meeting, busted third act, whatever, I hit the road. This has a different effect out here than it used to at home. Instead of speeding around windy back roads with no one but the stereo for company, distraction comes in the form of focusing on not being run off the road by a few dozen other speeding vehicles in the immediate vicinity. Sunday was the end of maybe the worst week I can remember since I moved out here, and bound and determined to drive until there was no one else around, I accidentally wound up barreling through the ranch where we did all our shooting at [DAY JOB REDACTED].
And when I think about all the hours of my life I wasted trying to make Tejon look a little less like Tattooine on your televisions...five torpedoed pitches in one morning doesn't seem quite so tragic.