I suggested an idea for a scene that requires many, many large brown boxes. Why many and why large? Because it was funny. Nicole loved it. But now I find myself sneaking to my kids' school's trash bin to steal their tossed out furniture boxes. And I got a nasty paper cut. I wonder if Peter Jackson ever had to pilfer his own props.
We're two screenwriters living on the Westside, each with two kids, two hours a day to write, and one dream to retire our husbands before they run out of patience.