1) This is the call sheet for the pilot of #Billions. Note the date we started: Jan 19, 2015.
2)Fifteen months before, I really thought my career might be over. Or radically smaller. Because in October of 2013 a (bad) movie we wrote bombed and we were fired from an HBO show we were hired to run.
3)Our agents at the time told us we were basically un-hirable. Or that the demand for our services had shrunk. I remember walking New York City in a lost daze.
4)It was a dark time. I’ve told this before. But I don’t think I’ve told about the conversations amy and I had about selling our apartment and downsizing. Because, although we’d saved money, I believed the agents that there might never be another opportunity.
5) And then, somehow, David and I remembered we were writers. That no agent or executive could stop us from the work itself. So, along w Andrew, we wrote the pilot to Billions, on spec, without a deal.
6) I’ve detailed that experience before but just know this: doing it felt like rebirth. And a regaining of power and self determination.
7) Right now, I’m on my way to set for the first day of shooting season four.
8) Never let them tell you you’re dead. You’re not. You’re alive. And you have way more control than you think. Go do the thing. Love.
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1) So this begins the day my mother died. I got the call from my sisters and drove out to my parents house on long island. When I got there, my dad, sisters and I hugged and cried and all the stuff you do. And then, wonderfully, friends and family began showing up.
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2) Now, my dad and mom had been married 40+ years. Since they were very young. We were a close family. My mom's death really sucked for all of us. My dad is a super strong person with a ton of internal fortitude. But I was still worried about how my dad would handle the day.
3) So I stuck with him. And as the people began piling into the house, and the noise level rose, and it all became a bit much, I saw it was getting to him. And then I saw he was heading to the front steps to sit in his favorite chair, just outside the front door.