By Dan McIntosh
I got a little gift yesterday, something to warm me up in the middle of one of a particularly chapped and stingingly cold Detroit days. If you look in the picture, you'l see it. Nope, it's not the coffee. Not the toasted sandwich either.
It's the Al Dente binder! And it's filled with every single e-mail, document, great idea and embarrassing clunker we've ever come up with.
Paul overnighted it to me, and I'm looking through it to piece together all the elements of the story, so we can begin to actually write a script—scene by scene, song by song, food pun by excruciating food pun.
It's won't be easy. Definitely going to require long hours and sleepless nights. After all, there's a latte work to be done.
See what I did there?