Oh no! WEATHER!
It’s a funny thing when Southern California experiences actual weather. Especially for me, because I know what real weather is, and to see the frantic scramblings of privileged native San Diegans as they quiver at the prospect of more than one day of rain IN A ROW is pretty funny stuff. Now admittedly, this is real weather that we’ve been having. We have had an unspeakable amount of rain in a very short period of time. There are flood warnings and mudslides and all manner of unpleasant potential disasters looming. What KILLS me, though, is that in New England, even though it rains all the freaking time, as soon as it starts to drizzle all drivers are compelled to slow to a crawl. You’d think they’d be used to driving on wet roads, and would therefore be able to strike a happy medium between hell-for-leather and emulating anemic snails. But no. In San Diego, though? Drivers pay no never mind to the fact that the road is wet and puddly and that they are in imminent danger of hydroplaning or skidding or both. They drive exactly the same as they do when it’s 75 degrees and dry as a bone. FASTFASTFAST. Eighty miles an hour is apparently the unwritten minimum.
Today started off with a torrential downpour, but now the sun is out. We started our third screenplay last week, and it's actually fun. The last one was hard -- a really dark drama with a decidedly unhappy ending. Now we're working on a thriller that isn't exactly going to be light, but compared to the last one it's When Harry Met Sally.
