1974

You're on set getting into character for a movie. You're tired. You've been going at this all day, but a paycheck is a paycheck, and you're just going through the motions now.

Youre in a dressing room fixing your hair and look over your shoulder and notice through the open door the writer on set staring at you.

'Ugh.'

You think to yourself.

Harlan Ellison, glancing over at you from behind his papers he was reading. It wasn't creepy or anything.

it's like he was staring at a piece of art and couldn't break away.