Fast Forward

Okay, so I guess some time has passed since I wrote that last update. Basically, since I wrapped my episode of Fear The Walking Dead, I went back to Austin to shoot one more day. Then I was asked a few weeks later if I could come direct second unit/re-shoot/insert unit to help them wrap up FTWD Season 4.

That was last week – and it was interesting. I hadn’t shot any thing like that before except for my own work – and definitely not for five episodes worth of shots spread over three days. It was a fascinating exercise in extreme attention to detail, precision, and collaboration with a small (well, TV small) crew to get very specific on a photo double’s hand as it holds something or close on a wall cracking or grabbing a knife or hands tied or feet or well you get it it’s very detailed and needs a trained professional to navigate so enter yours truly. Basically, we watched a lot of clips on a tablet and tried to match the lighting, location, angle, and action as best we could … over and over and over again. Like I said – it was interesting!

So now I can say I’ve officially wrapped Fear the Walking Dead and can continue onward with barely updating this blog. No TV directing jobs until August so back to the ol’ drawing board/blank Word and/or Final Draft document for me.

I’ll attempt to at the very least update this blog again before the end of the year.


FTWD 413 Shoot Days 7-9ish

I realize that I didn’t actually finish writing about my time in Austin on Fear The Walking Dead in a timely fashion. It turned out I had to return for a ninth “day” – just one additional scene that was changed on the schedule to accommodate the incoming episode. Flew back to Austin to shoot one night and then flew back to California the next morning.

I guess I still can’t say a whole lot because the show is super tight-lipped about the story and the show. But needless to say, I had an incredible amount of fun directing this episode – both from a production standpoint and a story standpoint. I’m looking forward to watching it when it comes out.

For now, I head back to LA for a week of meetings and hopefully filling up my directing slate for the coming season. More far-too-late updates to come!

FTWD 413 Shoot Days 1-6

Everything in this show is top secret so I really can’t say much other than this past week was some of the most intense production weeks I’ve ever had. It was a ton of fun, but also really exhausting. I’m really excited to see how it all comes together – really terrific script and awesome cast and crew. Only a couple more days of shooting remaining.

Fear the Walking Dead

This is what I’ve been doing for the last week.


I’ve been in prep on Fear the Walking Dead episode 413 here in Austin. The show is pretty awesome and having read all the scripts up to and including mine, I can safely say that this season is going to be really great.

It’s my first time working on the show and first time shooting anything in Austin. The artistry and style of Fear is really wonderful so I’m looking forward to putting this little movie together. More cryptic updates to follow.

Call Joyce


Joyce (left). June 2017.

(I reserve this blog for work updates. But occasionally there is some crossover between work and not work. This is one such occasion.)

A couple months back, I finished directing my 20th episode of television. For each of those episodes, I had a routine I consistently followed, usually by the third or fourth day of prep.

I called Joyce.

I would call her at her home near New Haven while I’d be driving to the studio or about to have dinner. She’d always pick up and say “Oh darlin’ I’ve just been thinking about you!” I’d then tell her the storyline of that episode – tell it to her from my memory as if I was telling someone about a movie I had just seen. It would help me immensely. I figured, if I can tell someone the story of the episode as if it’s already aired, then that means I can see it clearly in my mind and will better be able to bring it to life on the screen.

We started this routine on my first episode back in October 2014 and the episode turned out so well we both figured we should do this every time. I would call this woman who was probably 25 years older than me who had no TV service, no social media presence, no experience in the film or television industry and barely understood how the internet worked – yes, that’s who I’d call. She was my secret weapon.

Because Joyce was, quite simply, one of the greatest storytellers I have known.

She could weave a metaphoric tale or relate a true story from her incredible life – she grew up in a dozen different countries around the world – in a way that made you feel as though you were there, as if you could taste the fruit from Libya or hear the sounds of South Korea in the morning.

She observed the world as a writer-poet-philosopher might and would sit down with us at our table in New Haven and wonder and marvel and explore with us. She fearlessly approached strangers and would strike up conversation, discovering new stories and worlds through them. She guided us through moments of joy and pain, elation and grief and everything in between.

If only we could be guided by her now.

Joyce died Wednesday night with Valarie and Valarie’s mother by her side.


Balinese angel we gave Joyce five years ago – now flying above Joyce’s hospital bed as it had in her home.

Five years ago, a terrible disease that had been silently eating away at her without any of us knowing nearly consumed her entirely. From her recovery bed, she promised us she would live so she could throw our future babies in the air. Incredible doctors and her relentless spirit allowed her to keep that promise and more. We all hoped – more than hoped, practically begged – that she would emerge from it and share more of her life with us.

It was a gift, these last five years. But still, not enough. Future plans unfulfilled. Future trips together never taken.

It’s difficult and nearly impossible to describe our relationship with Joyce. Too old to be a sister, though she was perpetually youthful – so not quite an aunt or a mother. But she did fill us with sage like wisdom in ways I can’t describe, in a manner that cannot be replicated. She was truly one of the most unique and indescribable people I have ever met. And I still have no idea how old she was. But it didn’t matter – it never mattered.

She was timeless. And now eternal.

In a couple weeks, I’m going to get a new script for a new show. In the back of my mind I’m going to say to myself – call Joyce. But then I’ll catch myself and remember. And remember.