So, tomorrow, I need wardrobe for the following: -A job interview (business-y) -Working out at the gym (grungy) -Two meetings and a multimedia class (casual) -A play (dressy)
No chance to go home, minimal showering opportunities. Four different outfits, eight hours.
Lucky for me I drive a big minivan.
Manager guy has just set unrealisitic expectations for the next thirty pages of the in-progress screenplay (not the revised one). A week from Friday?
Sad thing is, I'll probably be able to do it. That's how little a life I have.
I hear having a life is underrated though, so maybe I'm better off.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to brew ideas for a new idea, a sci-fi idea. Possibly two sci-fi ideas. Because the thing about sci-fi is that you can just make it all up as you go along.
And like Ronald Moore says:
It gives you a chance to really say something, to explore things with the audience, to challenge your audience's expectations, to make them think about life and who they are, because it's surrounded in this nice wrapper. It's only science fiction. It doesn't exist. These aliens aren't real, so they don't threaten you. You can put things into that context because they don't threaten the audience the way it does if you set it in contemporary Los Angeles. Wrap it in science fiction, wrap it in Star Trek and you can do just about anything you want.