Sometimes I am faced with the strange, unalterable fact that my celebrities are different from most (dare I say normal?) people’s celebrities. That isn’t to say that if Andrew Garfield waltzed into the office, said (in his British voice) “hello, I’m Spider-Man and you are?” I wouldn’t melt into a little puddley mess on the floor, because I totally would.
But it does mean that when I got the chance to run an errand to the house of an Oscar winning screenwriter (he was married to the woman who started the production company I’m interning at), I had the following urgent text conversation with my best friend:
Me: OMG I’m going to Santa Monica to drop something off with Laura’s ACADEMY AWARD WINNING SCREENWRITER OF A HUSBAND. I am dying. Right now. I am dying.
Elspeth: NO. WAY. [She gets me. She really gets me]
Me: Right?? Right?? Should I say something? If he draws me into conversation I think I’ll say something.
I didn’t get the chance to say what I wanted to (“Ordinary People was a brilliant adaptation and a stunning film; it is such an honor to meet you”) but he did ask me what I wanted to do. I told him I’m a writer, and I smiled and said something like “so it’s really awesome to meet you,” so that he knew that I knew who he is. He asked if I wrote everyday (I said yes, because what else can you say?).
He gave me writing advice.
I almost peed my pants. The man who wrote the screenplay for the movie that was the directoral debut of Robert Redford that Timothy Hutton, at 20 years old, became the youngest actor to win a Best Supporting Oscar for his performance in was giving. Me. Advice.
He told me to write behaviors. He said it’s all about writing behaviors and then putting characters into those situations to see how they behave.
Today was the best day ever.