My co-writer/director on a few projects and good friend, Marty (which you only call him if you have a thick, Jersey accent), was in town recently. He's working on a documentary in Seattle on Jimi Hendrix's best friend. It sounds very exciting- they drive around town, pointing out important sites (such as the house in "Red House"). Apparently, Castles Made of Sand is about his father abusing his mother (which eventually led her to commit suicide). Marty says if you close your eyes while this guy plays guitar, it's like Jimi is in the room. I cannot wait for the finished product.

I, myself, just completed the sixth draft of my first feature length script so I could get it out in time for the San Diego Film Festival's screenwriting contest. There were some additions and re-tooling of scenes. Plus, I had to change the main love interest's name from Veronica to Charlotte. My protagonist is a song writer and the joke is that he wrote Elvis Costello's "Veronica." Until K-Dawg let me know it's about his Alzheimer's riddled Grandmother. Hardly a love song. So I renamed the character after Charlotte Sometimes, which works just as well. And don't one of you tell me that Smith wrote it in tribute to his childhood puppy that got plowed by a truck because I will just snap.