EXT. PARKING LOT

I write for a show with an, ahem, oftentimes limited budget, and so its writers must get creative when it comes to where to set scenes, as we can’t always easily build Ext. Florence! or Int. Arcade! Or Ext: Waterpark! Like, never. But we always shrewdly figure it out, mostly with parking lots. My favorite thing is to pitch that we shoot the scene in the Writer’s Room, and then I imagine someone finally professing love or admitting to an affair or I’M HAVING YOUR BABY or I LOST ALL THE MONEY! in a room surrounded by white boards, dry erase pens and large vats of half eaten trader joe’s snacks, sinking into a black leather couch, I’M HAVING YOUR BABY, but also could you please pass the almond bark, and it is ALWAYS. FUNNY.

For me.

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