This is crazy this is crazy this is crazy
As of this writing, I have white, blue, yellow, pink, green and now goldenrod drafts of PB/AS (not necessarily in that order).
I have crew lists and day out of days and memos and shooting schedules and coolest-of-the-cool so far, a call sheet with my name up in the “Writer” section.
About five years ago, I tagged along with my husband to a conference in New Orleans. He spent his days at the convention center and I hung back in our hotel room, reading introductory books on screenwriting and toying with the raw chunks of story that would become my first screenplay.
Then, yesterday, I called the “Transportation” number on the PB/AS crew list and arranged to be picked-up at the airport by a teamster or somebody… this Tuesday, April 24th… in New Orleans… where I’m going to watch my movie get made.
Is this crazy or what?