Secret's Out...

So I guess once something's in the Hollywood Reporter it's really no longer a secret. Or maybe it's just when you make it to Skelly . In either case, though I've been avoiding blogging about it, I think it's time to just come on out and admit that I'm now living in a little apartment in California with a view of palm trees and sand. When I open my window in the morning, I can actually hear the surf. And though this all feels very very far from my life as a PD, I'd like to think that though I'm not currently doing the hard work my colleagues are, I've still got a little something to give.

In this case, a TV show. One that, (if all goes well) might finally paint our clients as the complex human beings they are, show the complexities of our struggle for justice for the poor and disenfranchised, and maybe, just maybe, shed a little light on the cruel and capricious system we all spend our days fighting. A tall order perhaps, but hey, a hollywood writer can hope no?

Anyway, I figured I'd finally mention it since I think I'm actually getting over the fear that I'm in one very protracted episode of Punk'd.

Our pilot starts shooting in a few weeks and in the meantime, I'm learning what a DP is and what he does, talking to wardrobe people and scouting locations. Turns out a lot goes into making an hour of TV. It's all strange and very exciting. I'll blog about it more soon...