What’s he doing right this minute? Is he thinking about me now, by some coincidence, even though he doesn’t know me? Does it show on his face?” —Holly Sargis, Badlands Just like Holly in Terry’s script, when I was a girl, I used to daydream about the man I would spend my life with. What does he look like? What’s he doing right now? It turns out that while I was looking up at the sky in Texas, trying to imagine my dream partner, Jack Fisk was growing up in Illinois and Virginia, watching the same moon and wondering the same thing. How lucky we were to have found each other, and at just the right time. If we had met a few years earlier, when I wanted to be a rock star and he was a painter, we might have sailed right by each other. But now all either of us wanted to do was be artists and make films. It was already impossible to imagine a life apart.We were a perfect match. I always fell for the tall, dark, handsome guys. And Jack had always dated strawberry blondes, starting with his first grade girlfriend, Maude, who I’m told looked a lot like me.
What do You think about My Extraordinary Ordinary Life?
