Friday January 27, 2012:
I awake at the crack of 7:22 AM.
7:30 AM — I arrive at the office thanks to a shower the night before and the office is my dining room table.
8:30 AM — Emails and a steaming cup of instant coffee. The half and half is real. I get ready to leave for the production office.
9:00 AM — I arrive at the office and discover the Academy Award Winning Executive Producer of our show has not looked at the scouting photos we gave him 2 weeks ago. But I understand. He’s busy.
9:05 AM — I update my Facebook page — still no Timeline!
9:07 AM — Check to see how many people read my last blog entry. (26 — half were bots)
9:15 AM — I make a cup of real coffee. Creamer is fake.
9:25 AM to 11:15 AM — I contemplate and outline my next spec script. I eschew mainstream high concept for an inaccessible yet quirky offbeat comedy.
11:20 AM: I also come up with a killer television show idea.
11:30 AM — I devise a plan of how to casually mention the TV show idea to the successful TV Producer father of my daughter’s best friend.
11:35 AM — I am overcome by the realization I will never actually carry the plan out.
11:40 AM — I receive marching orders for a new location for an as yet to be written episode: an empty nightclub in an industrial building. Or maybe a church. They are still working out the concept.
11:50 AM — I leave the office under the auspices that I am scouting but I actually attend back-to-back school conferences. I’m a Daddy first and a scout second. [That’s what my wife tells me anyway.]
11:55 AM — As I drive to the school I tell myself that my attendance is necessary because the school does not give students grades but “evaluations.”
1:30 PM — I leave each conference confident my child is excelling and doing well. [The next morning I will be overcome with panic that neither will get into college and will wish they were at a school that gives grades.]
2:00 PM — I attend an art exhibit of the longtime “visual consultant” of the aforementioned Academy Award
Winning Nominated Executive Producer.
2:05 PM — I want to leave the exhibit.
3:00 PM — I leave the exhibit.
3:05 PM — 5:00 PM I scout.
5:02 PM — Find the perfect downtown industrial nightclub.
5:11 PM — Get confirmation phone call: it’s a Church.
5:15 PM — I begin to doubt the inaccessible yet quirky and offbeat spec idea.
6:00 PM — Arrive back at office. The
Academy Award Nominated Emmy Winning Executive Producer has still not looked at my pictures.
Being a scout is hard.