The Editing Room

Uh oh. They want me to go back to Canada for another stint on the set.

I have already made two trips to the set. I felt very productive on both trips: smoothing ruffled feathers, getting the wardrobe department back on track, making personal connections with the cast and crew. But I don't need to go back.

I don't want to pack. I don't want to be on a set. I don't want to travel. I don't want to eat "craft services." I don't want to be cold. Although, I heard the cold weather might finally be over. They have a new season in Northern Ontario. It's called "black fly season" and the flies literally take chunks out of your skin. Followed by "mosquito season." Followed by humidity and relentless heat. Not to mention my husband really wants me home for dinner.

None of these reasons matter EXCEPT that editing is in Los Angeles and there is no one to oversee that process. The directing executive producer is on the set. The writing executive producer is writing. I am the executive producer who needs to oversee the editing.

So editing here I come.

I know editing. I like editing.

I love how much you can change a scene. I love that you can make changes instantly. I love that you can re-invent a scene with music or additional dialogue. I love that the editing room is temperature controlled and twenty minutes from my house. I love that I am not on a set after midnight eating M&Ms while it is threatening to snow in May.

But, more than anything, I feel like I am making a difference in the editing room.