A Different Kind of Easter

I usually like to spend my Easter Day finding clues and chocolates scattered around my house as well as my grandmother’s, but this year we did things a little different. For starters, my parents and I spent the weekend in Toronto so that my dad could catch up with his best friend, and I could do background on a pilot.

Just a little background info, a pilot is the first episode of a TV series that will be used to try and convince a network to order more episodes, so that it can hopefully become an actual series. As far as the extras are concerned, there isn’t that much of a difference between a tv show, a movie set and a pilot, at least not with what we actually end up doing. The differences come in the hours, shooting locations and the quality/frequency of food, which all depend on a lot more than just what kind of media you’re working in. Either way, we are background fillers who might see ourselves or someone we know in a scene, or we might not, there are no guarantees. And scenes do get cut, on tv and in movies, even if you are a lead and it was your best work, or if the scene they cut was your only appearance in the entire movie. It happens. But with pilots, you spend all kinds of time and money on this episode that might become the first of hundreds and establish your career, or it can just not get picked up and never be seen by the general public. Luckily, the scenes we shot should be used in a teaser trailer, so I might be able to see the final product no matter what the decision is.

We were on set for about 17 hours, and although we all went through phases of being really tired and wanting to chop our feet off, ultimately I had a great time, catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in weeks, or months, or even over a year. I also made some new friends, and watched the magic happen. It was exciting and different and an experience.

We drove back on Monday, stopping at the Big Apple for the most delicious grilled cheese I have ever had in my life, before doing Easter and my birthday at my Grandparents’ house. This year, to shake things up a bit, instead of just letting them do a hunt for us, we also did a hunt for them, with my cousin hiding chocolates and candies so we could watch them run around looking for them. A lovely end to a lovely weekend 🙂

We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won’t need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining – they just shine.

Also, just started Camp Nanowrimo, trying to finish another, shorter book by April 30th. Let’s see how it goes 😉

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