Many of you have asked what is happening right now with AHM (that’s what I’m starting to call “Andrew Henry’s Meadow” to save time and letters as I type. It’s the “Bruckheimer Abbreviation.” Say it with me as you see the steel letters clang together over a ball of fire: “A… H… M!!”).

Okay, maybe not.

Adam Braff has written a great script. It was easy to get excited about it, because it is so similar to the kind of script I would have written myself. Now Adam, Zach and I are discussing bits and pieces of the script and the producers are wanting to make sure it has been “Cory-fied,” for lack of a better term. The studio has read many drafts, and wants to get one that has been “director approved” or has had a “director’s pass” on it.

Zach has had notes, I have had notes, and Adam has even had notes on his own script. Those are coming together with producer notes to a draft that Adam and I will look over late this week. It is our hope that this draft will go out to Fox and that they will love it.

What I like about Adam as a writer is that he is obsessive about his own work. He works fast and tirelessly, and has a new idea for his script about every six hours. This is what I respond to: an obsession with quality, with making something better and better. As negotiations progressed with this project, I could only let myself get so invested, for fear it would go away. But there comes a point where you’ve got to really GO for it and REALLY INVEST to get the job. So I did. Now that I am officially on the project, I am allowing myself to get more than invested… I’m allowing myself to get obsessed.

What does this mean? This means pondering the very first and very last shots of the movie. This means making wish lists of actors, cinematographers, production designers and composers for weeks. I have decided to get a sketchbook to scratch out crude storyboards whenever the mood strikes. Then every rough shot idea will be ready to hand off to a real storyboard team. My wife can tell you that she is hearing my random ideas about the film every few hours, without warning.

We will be midway through dinner and I will say, “I think I want a shot of the sprinkler heads.”

“The what?”

“The sprinkler heads in front of the house. Like a super-tight close-up as they pop up to do their automated task. Kind of an unusual shot, but symbolic, right?”

“You’re talking about ‘Andew Henry,’ right?”

“Yeah, sorry. Or maybe it’s a shot from inside the mailbox…”

This goes on until I am overwhelmed with how good the meal is or a promo for “Heroes” comes on the TV.

My wife has seen the signs before. I’ve given myself permission to obsess. The floodgates are opening. Hopefully everyone that comes onboard this team will happily obsess with me. I mean, hey, if you want to just do a JOB, you can get a job anywhere. But this is a movie, and how cool is that?