Well, the meeting was…unique. The big note was “less is more”. I turned in a scriptment, they want a treatment. Okay. Fine. And the tone was a big issue. They want less horror. Again not a problem. It was just odd. I gave them far more than the first step required and I did it to make all of our jobs easier. I don’t know, they seemed put out that I’d done so much work. I guess I still need to wrap my mind around it. But it’s nothing two days of good work can’t fix.
We survived. 10,000 acres and 120 horses.
We rode for three hours twice a day.
I had a blast and Mel loved it. But then, she’s always loved horses.
I think I’m gonna end up getting her one. It may not be a choice. Guess we could keep it on the deck.
Sci-Fi tomorrow morning. The Guild and Producers go back in for talks June 1st so if a strike’s gonna happen it won’t happen for at least a couple of weeks into June. That gives me three weeks to finish this next pass…if the notes aren’t too out there.
Depending on the notes I could turn it around in a week. But I’m not sure what the point would be. They would have to then read and get back to me asap for me to churn out a second draft. Two drafts in three weeks? Piece of pie. Easy as cake. But it’s been over a month since I turned in the outline. Turnaround would need to improve greatly.
Still if the notes are challenging then three weeks is tight. The others may have to break a sweat on this one. Michael, Frank, Gerry, they may find themselves on the research staff. Gut tells me I know one of Sci-Fi’s notes going in. They’re gonna want more Vampire lore turned on its head. Gonna have to fall back on Whit for that. He’s already thought all this stuff through. No reason for me to play know-it-all.
All very doable. Very exciting. Can’t wait to see what happens when I get there. It’s alot like Vegas except the odds are harder to call.
The Ranch beckons. Back in three days.
Man can she throw a party. More food than you can hope to eat. And good food too. Her place is wonderful…out in the middle of nowhere with an unbelievable view. And she looked great. I’m fairly certain I grabbed her ass during the goodbye hug…but that may be due to some concoction Noel created at the bar to which he lovingly referred to as…I forget. Something bastard.
D & E brought the chitlins and somehow Chris ended up selling me the corner of Susan’s garden for a dollar. Good deal, I’m guessing.
Chris Torres arrived with Susan from Virginia. Pretty girl, sexy. Mel and I are going to hook up with them next week before Susan flies back to the East Coast.
Noel’s gonna join my and Dean’s racquetball next week and I’m thinking I might badger him into joining Gold’s Gym with Mel and meself. The boy’s gotten fluffy and it’s time to turn him into the SuperHero he has always secretly longed to be.
It’s time to pack.
Mel and I jumped in the Explorer and tooled up North to a podunk town and bought some boots and cowboy hats for our ranch vacation. Last time we went it was clear that the ranchers hate city folk and don’t even try to hide the fact. Thus our new boots and glowing white cowboy hats should piss them off splendidly.
Tomorrow we’re heading over to Susan’s to break bread with she and Noel. The Loreys will be there as well. I haven’t seen Noel in years. But Susan spares no expense when throwing a shindig. We’ll have fun. But it will be an early night for everyone. D & E will have to get back to put the kids down and Mel and I will have to get back and pack.
We’ll be back on Wednesday and I’ll start cramming for my Sci-Fi meeting.