Today I got up at 3:00 AM to scout locations. Drove 300 miles, sweating with a fever, looking for a perfect place to replace the location that said, “No.” No location was perfect.
Mt. Rainier was very close to good.
I took a ton of test footage; but it’s so far away that it will cost too much in gas reimbursement and make everyone’s day 5 hours longer than planned. Maybe the Cascades have something–I will check tomorrow. Damn those people who said, “No.” I so desperately want to steal that location, but my director is afraid he will be squashed by a logging truck who doesn’t know we are there…without permission…and so, sadly, I treasure my photos of the perfect location and keep searching for the next-best.
Today I did, happily, find some little gifties for the crew & cast—teeny little toy wolves. I suppose the dog-actor will want something she can eat, instead of a plastic toy. Fussy, fussy.
Today I haven’t heard from anyone except my co-writer. I suppose all the rest of them still hate me. Even my husband was a grouch to me, and he’s not even on the project. I wonder if my cat still loves me.
Today, I am thinking that what I am never doing again is being producer and lead actor on the same project. Either one or the other. Maybe I never will produce again…I don’t like people hating me.