I’m back inside Roncy’s Bean, sitting next to the fireplace. The sun is out, and I walked all the way here from the other side of The Junction. Yesterday I sort of stumbled onto the place. Today I made a bee-line for it.
Tony is the proprietor of the place. He bought me a coffee yesterday and mixed up a latte for the girl sitting beside me. We didn’t ask. He just provided. It’s always nice when that happens. At another point yesterday, I was fumbling with the napkin dispenser, desperately needing to attend to a drippy nostril. The girl whipped out from behind the counter with a box of tissue paper. I didn’t ask. She just provided.
I’ll be coming here with people soon.
This morning I made more phone calls, looking to line up meetings with production companies. I also put another call into the CFL. Left a message with their marketing person rather than their TV person. I’m hoping the change will yield a faster response.
I remember wrestling with the decision on whether to contact the Roughriders before talking with the league. I now believe whole-heartedly that I made the right decision. As I make the case for myself with these perfect strangers, I can at least say that I have the trust of their most valuable franchise to pull this off.
I keep reminding myself to be patient – to trust in the process. I also keep reminding myself about the absolute clarity I first felt about the Toronto mission. Meet as many people as possible, have coffee/drinks with them, get hired as a writer. With Highwaymen now looming, I’m falling back into producing my own stuff. How does this change things?
I have other projects too. Maybe I sit on them until they come up in a conversation with the right people? Dunno. One thing is certain. Nothing happens unless I pick up the phone.