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(Photo by Jacob Chadwick, of the Glen Echo Trolley Trail, on the outskirts of DC)
(Journal Dive: February 27th 2014)
Most of the advice I take in, comes from the imaginary conversations I have with real people. Today I had one with Seth Rogen. Yesterday he was in D.C. presenting in front of a Senate Hearing Committee on behalf of Alzheimers. It was a well-put and sincere personal story in front of a room of two senators (Iowa and Kansas) and a bunch of empty chairs. Anyways I saw the clip this morning and sent him a tweet.
"Welcome to DC, my dude. Sorry about the empty seats, everyone here is "really busy." Glad to see the Midwestern states representing."
As soon as I pressed send, the imagination began like a deleted scene from Walter Mitty. I reread and reread my tweet, until his imaginary response ended up in my head (the strongest “most believable” won out). His reply: “Thanks man, are you in DC now?,” followed by a follow. I replied with, “Yeah man, want to meetup? coffee/grub?” He DM’d me his phone #…. Fast forward to the conversation ( i love how you don’t have to deal with logistics or any other bullshit in the imaginary).
We ate at some low-key grub pub, he and his wife were there. We talked politics. I said something like, “yeah you were just one meeting from out of town, and their next meeting was someone that they have to deal with on a daily/weekly basis.” Followed by some small talk, then we started talking about me (this is my imagination after all), and my dream job as a screenwriter, “but I’m probably 10-20 years out on that..I’m good at the ideation, plots, story lines, and location specifics, but I’m not good at transferring all that into literature.”
I am woken out of this daydream by getting ready for work and talking to my wife, until I sit down for breakfast and the imagination resumes.
The conversation is mostly wrapped up there, though he says, “you mind if I tweet that I met you?,” to which I calmly and cool-ly replied, “eh it don’t matter, I’d like it more if I could call you/contact you down the road for advice.”
Fast forward to me waiting for the bus to come, one last spurt of a daydream to boot. In effort for Seth (yeah we are on a first-name-basis) to encourage me to write, he said, “I’ll give you $10,000 if you give me one of your ideas/scripts.” Taken back, I gave him the log-line to a script called Scouts. The dream stopped there, and in retrospect (as I write this), I told him to give the money to Alzheimer’s research. Boom!