Wilmywood (as Wilmington is sometimes called) has struck again.
It’s always a good time when they film a pilot for a TV series….in your backyard. The huge lights they used shined into our bedroom, it was lit like a stage. At first I was really excited about it – so excited that I made The General accompany me through the woods to get a closer look at their rig. We sat and watch for a couple of takes and then headed back home to bed.
And that’s when it started. The screaming. Apparently the script called for the crowd to go wild because I spent the entire night waking up every so often to the roar of people. It was a near sleepless night, to say the least. But all in the name of film!