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She’s sort of a character who came about as a result of a lot of people talking.” And as for Tara Lynne Barr’s character, Laura?
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There are six writers — two guys and four women – and it’s very female-centric in that room and I think that’s why the female characters are strong.
They all take on the life of the writers.” He added, “I wouldn’t say she’s based on my sister.
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is the brainchild of first time television writer Zander Lehmann. Lehmann sat down with me for a chat in the middle of this past weekend’s ATX Festival.
When I asked him how production runs behind-the-scenes, he said, “We sort of have a unique situation in that we sort of have three showrunners: myself, Liz [Tigelaar], and Helen Estabrook.” According to Lehmann, Tigelaar runs the writers’ room, he oversees scripts, and Estabrook is responsible for day-to-day production.
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