Finding Sanctuary – An Abnormal Blog

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January 8, 2014

This business has a lot of ups and downs. Literally. \r\n\r\nJanuary 31st, 2011\r\n\r\nFlying over the icy tundra of the North Pole. Man, it looks so desolate and cold down there. Exactly how I feel right now. This plane is chasing the setting sun. But we’ll never catch up. Still no movement on whether the show will be picked up for a fourth season. Same shit every year. I have set a personal deadline for ten days from today to start looking for another job.\r\n\r\nFebruary 15, 2011\r\n\r\nOn a plane (again!) flying to Toronto with Damian and Marty. We are going to hear our composer Andrew Lockington conduct an orchestra at the CBC for the score of Normandy. I’m really looking forward to it. Soundtracks are one of my favorite things and to hear it live will be a thrill. Also, I’m going to sign the final documents for my condo, make a will, sing in a jam band, see some of my old pals, and enjoy more than a few pints of Guinness in The Beautiful City. (The next entry in this journal could very well be my obituary).\r\n\r\nFebruary 20, 2011\r\n\r\nFlying back to Vancouver, with Mick Jagger’s voice wailing into my headphones  (“I was born in a cross-fire hurricane…”). What a trip. The CBC was cool, the city was amazing, and the fun was fucking fun. Now I’m cruising through turbulence tens of thousands of feet above Saskatchewan (“But it’s alllll riiiiight now, in fact it’s a gas.”).  I may not be the star of a television series anymore, but I’m still coasting on the fumes. (“Jumpin’ Jack Flash, it’s a gas”).\r\n\r\nFebruary 26, 2011\r\n\r\nThe show is still not officially cancelled, but it looks really bad. We have been waiting all week for the news. It was supposed to come last Monday. Then Friday. Now it’s supposed to be this coming Monday. I saw Martin, Amanda, and Damian on Friday. They looked like they were at a funeral. Perhaps it will be a funeral of sorts. I, too, had given up hope. It just seemed like the financiers weren’t interested in producing a fourth season. It was a fantastic day to spend a couple hundred thousand dollars on a down payment for my condo. I’m pretty depressed. I love this show. I love the people I work with. I love my life here in this lovely city. Late Friday afternoon I got word from each of the three telling me that there still is a glimmer of hope. And perhaps I’m being foolishly optimistic, but I think the show will go. That’s what my gut says. Or at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself so I can get through the next 48 hours without going crazy.\r\n\r\nMarch 2, 2011\r\n\r\nSeason four of Sanctuary will happen. I repeat: Season four is a go. I’m happy. This is the right way to end it. Thirteen more episodes to properly wrap up this epic event in all of our lives. Having come within a pubic hair of cancellation, I think there is great relief all around. But with that relief comes the knowledge that we are all going back into the jungle for one last tour of duty. I got a phone call from my big brother, Marty Wood, today. He told me that the DGC has officially agreed to allow me to join their union, which, in turn, means that I can direct this season. Gotta love Marty Wood. Largely because of him this happened. The man will go to bat for you with such commitment that he would rather die than fail you. (Holy fuck, I have to direct now?).\r\n\r\n