The Redirection

Hello, hello from a castle in foggy, beautiful, mysterious Scotland. I am writing to you sitting in the back of a car. From here, I can see Graham talking with the crew in the distance. He is an actor. He is shooting some secret-project-we-are-not-allowed-to-talk-about, and I am here, cute, useless, and quite happy about it.

I was grumpy when we woke up. I knew the car would come pick us up around eight which, by any stretch of the imagination all is not an early call time. It errs on a late call time. But still, I dreaded it because there is nothing I hate more than being on a set.

I used to be on sets all the time. 

The first times on sets, I couldn’t believe it was my life. 

Me!!! Backstage like the cool people! Not only backstage but whether I was a model or a photographer: Me!!! An important part of the shoot!!! 

… Sorry, what? 

This guy is here just to go get me a coffee? Oh, sure then! Oat milk, single shot! And make it very hot!

One day I was shooting, on my knees, when I felt the le…