I'm a dreamer...

...I always have been. One of my favorite past-times is playing what I call the "Lottery Game" - a big what-if scenario of all things I would do if I had unlimited financial resources. Since I got into the whole filmmaking game, my what-ifs have gotten out of control. I imagine the projects I would make and who I would bring along with me for the ride. I imagine a bustling studio with 4-5 projects happening simultaneously. I imagine the friendly receptionist up front answering multiple phone lines and screening my calls. I imagine my days spent writing, producing, marketing. I do all the high-level strategy - the fun stuff - and have a whole team of people out there executing it all.

Today, as I drove home from my day job, I found my perfect spot. I saw a For Sale sign on a warehouse and for whatever reason decided to pull over and peek in the windows. Large reception area with plenty of space for people to hang out while waiting for their names to be called to audition. Three offices directly off of the reception: one for auditions, one would have made a great editing suite, and the other a conference room - the idea factory. Huge windows on the West wall would be the location of my big fancy executive office. Stairs leading to an upstairs that I can only imagine would house wardrobe and make-up, a kitchen/green room, etc. But the best was the expansive open area that would be where all the magic happens - with enormous roll-up doors to load our grip truck from when we have location shoots. Room to house all the equipment I would purchase - oh, and it would be stocked with everything I could possibly need to make whatever I could possibly want to make.

The only problem with being a dreamer, is that is fosters impatience. I want it all - I can feel, touch, taste it - I can see myself in that space, the activity around me, the hustle and bustle and craziness that comes with it. I have it all planned down to the tiniest detail in my head - even a space for Jake to hang out while Mom works - an uber awesome play room with all the latest high-tech gadget a kid could ever want (I bet crew would want to hang out there too).

My studio.

And yes, when that  multi-million dollar Powerball ticket finds its way into my grubby little hands, I will remember every single person that helped me in this journey. Yep, I'm like Santa - I have a nice list. Nothing formal, it's not like I have an Excel spreadsheet or anything, but I know who needs a great big thank you.