So, I spent yesterday polishing a few scenes in Act 2 of my screenplay. My protaganist is Southern, and I like to read my dialogue out loud but I don't do accents very well. My southern drawl was so overdone that my dog came prancing in with one of those looks that says, "What the hell are you doing?" I think she thinks I was howling instead of talking or something. But she couldn't even understand the howl. So she proceeded to scold me. Can you imagine?
Will and I had plans to go out for the evening but I've been sick the last few days so sadly we cancelled our reservations. But he picked up some great take -out - all my favs and brought me some beautiful flowers!!! He's sweet like that and then we decided to watch an older movie, but a fav, office space and basically laughed our asses off for two hours.
It ended just in time for lost. If it hadn't we would have stopped it as we can't live without our lost fix. The episode was a dissapointment AGAIN - all the episodes have been this season. But like most other addictions, we know it's bad but we can't seem to stop watching.
The writer's strike is over...YAY..this means I can dust off the spec script I wrote last term and send of my query letter.
That was my V- day.
Today Will and I are both off. We slept in. Beautiful. Had a lazy breakfast. How beautiful. And now are both hard at work. We don't really know how to take a break, at least not for any extended period of time but we like it like that.
February 15, 2008
February 7, 2008
Burning up
I woke up super early to find out the house was over 30 degrees - I'm talking celsuis here. I was under a sheet, and thick duvet, so as you can imagine I felt like I was in an oven. Turns out the batteries were lo on the thermostat, causing the furnace to continue to go up and up and up.
I changed the batteries, but an hour later it was still at 30 degrees. So I called the oncall emergency pager guy, and was told it would probably go down a degree every 90 minutes or so. GEEZ! Slow furnace! So now, it's 1 pm, I'm leaving the house and it is at 26 degrees.
I hope huanne can survive it in her double layer of fur. Poor baby.
The worst part is how dumb I must have sounded explaining what I saw on my thermostat to the on-call guy. I mean I'm smart but I don't have a technical bone in my body. My explanations were like, 'ummm beside the little picture of fire there's this other thingy...and beside the red button, there's a circle - should that be there?' the poor guy was very patient and nice, but I'm sure he was thinking, 'what an idiot.'
The good news, was that the heat woke me up extra early...well early for a night owl like me...and I actually wrote the outline for a short script that I will be filming myself next week. Of course, I was so delusional that once the heat comes down I may find it to be crap.
I changed the batteries, but an hour later it was still at 30 degrees. So I called the oncall emergency pager guy, and was told it would probably go down a degree every 90 minutes or so. GEEZ! Slow furnace! So now, it's 1 pm, I'm leaving the house and it is at 26 degrees.
I hope huanne can survive it in her double layer of fur. Poor baby.
The worst part is how dumb I must have sounded explaining what I saw on my thermostat to the on-call guy. I mean I'm smart but I don't have a technical bone in my body. My explanations were like, 'ummm beside the little picture of fire there's this other thingy...and beside the red button, there's a circle - should that be there?' the poor guy was very patient and nice, but I'm sure he was thinking, 'what an idiot.'
The good news, was that the heat woke me up extra early...well early for a night owl like me...and I actually wrote the outline for a short script that I will be filming myself next week. Of course, I was so delusional that once the heat comes down I may find it to be crap.
February 5, 2008
a cool night
Last night there was a reading of my play and well I am in awe of my actors. They really brought the story to life and I was really happy. The words sounded even better when they left the page.
The best part of my night was when someone approached me and told me that there were these three lines that really spoke to them... it was a realization they had come to about their own life and hearing it said on stage, knowing that someone else had thought the same thing as they had, gave them a sense of validation. My heart soared at the comment. That is after all why I write. If I can touch even one person with my words I feel I have suceeded.
What a night! What a motivator!
The best part of my night was when someone approached me and told me that there were these three lines that really spoke to them... it was a realization they had come to about their own life and hearing it said on stage, knowing that someone else had thought the same thing as they had, gave them a sense of validation. My heart soared at the comment. That is after all why I write. If I can touch even one person with my words I feel I have suceeded.
What a night! What a motivator!
January 29, 2008
my turn
So, I've taken off the horns of jealousy because today I had news that will actually make Will green with envy. I can't wait to see his face when he gets off the plane and I announce....
Today I was asked to work on a project as part of my internship that our fav comedic actor will guest star on. When I found I was just like, "oh, yeah?" to the producer but really I was pee my pants excited! And I may be there for the shooting!
Yeah, I'm happy!
Also, my new office rocks. The whole place is bright and artsy. Everyone is down to earth. We don't have to wear suits like in my old job. See up until now I've been working from home because I had NO IDEA how FABULOUS this place is. From now on I'll be the office girl.
Today I was asked to work on a project as part of my internship that our fav comedic actor will guest star on. When I found I was just like, "oh, yeah?" to the producer but really I was pee my pants excited! And I may be there for the shooting!
Yeah, I'm happy!
Also, my new office rocks. The whole place is bright and artsy. Everyone is down to earth. We don't have to wear suits like in my old job. See up until now I've been working from home because I had NO IDEA how FABULOUS this place is. From now on I'll be the office girl.
January 28, 2008
green with jealousy
Will just called me from New York. He was on the David Letterman show today. He's front row center so look for him when you watch tonight.
Jessica Alba was the star. I think he has a bit of a crush now due to the whole view from the front row.
He's in New York. I am jealous.
He's on Letterman. I am so jealous.
A job that lets you have the afternoon off to go be on a talk show - I am so so jealous.
Need I go on?
**SIGH**
Jessica Alba was the star. I think he has a bit of a crush now due to the whole view from the front row.
He's in New York. I am jealous.
He's on Letterman. I am so jealous.
A job that lets you have the afternoon off to go be on a talk show - I am so so jealous.
Need I go on?
**SIGH**
January 24, 2008
Hard Cold Reality
Well, I can officially say that I work in the TV biz. Well, I'm interning but no diff....
This is my second week. I'm working at a production company and loving it. I thought they'd have me fetching coffee or some other bottom of the barrel type thing but nope, they've already go me doing some writing for them.
Today I had to read a script the company received for consideration and then give them my opinion as to a) whether it was any good and b) how well I think it would do with today's viewers. Basically coverage, but more in depth. They had no time at all to read it themselves so if I gave it a big fat X, they'd simply throw it in the trash.
I suddenly pictured myself come April, mailing out one of my scripts -- you know, one that I have slaved over, to a production company, hopeful that I might get a positive response. But instead of anyone who is anyone reading it...yup, you guessed it, they pass it to the intern to read -- to make or break my life. And of course this is bad because:
1) the intern may have no clue what he or she is doing
2) I might be competition for said intern and he/she might put a red X through it faster than I put my stamp on the envelope
3) the intern might not give a shit about anything more than putting their hours in -- a shitty review is easier than a favourable one
4) the intern might have really crappy taste
BOTTOM LINE : As sad as it is, this nightmare scenario is very realistic. I like to picture the writing world in a very different light. Me --the introvert - sitting in my lovely loft writing up a storm and pressing send, not worrying about sales or anything else outside the world I've put down on paper, but it doesn't work that way. It's a BUSINESS. That means you schmooze or you lose, you kiss ass, you bug everyone you can. And your script better be so god damn good that it will knock the socks off of anybody -- even an intern who falls under problems 1 through 4 above.
So, I was a very very GOOD intern today. I treated the script with the same respect I hope mine will get. I wrote up a great synopsis of the show and a very thorough and honest critique...even did research on today's marketplace.
I'd like to say I did it so the universe would treat me in kind but I didn't. I did it because I believe that every script and every person deserves respect. Okay, this post is starting to sound like an after school special. I'm done now.
This is my second week. I'm working at a production company and loving it. I thought they'd have me fetching coffee or some other bottom of the barrel type thing but nope, they've already go me doing some writing for them.
Today I had to read a script the company received for consideration and then give them my opinion as to a) whether it was any good and b) how well I think it would do with today's viewers. Basically coverage, but more in depth. They had no time at all to read it themselves so if I gave it a big fat X, they'd simply throw it in the trash.
I suddenly pictured myself come April, mailing out one of my scripts -- you know, one that I have slaved over, to a production company, hopeful that I might get a positive response. But instead of anyone who is anyone reading it...yup, you guessed it, they pass it to the intern to read -- to make or break my life. And of course this is bad because:
1) the intern may have no clue what he or she is doing
2) I might be competition for said intern and he/she might put a red X through it faster than I put my stamp on the envelope
3) the intern might not give a shit about anything more than putting their hours in -- a shitty review is easier than a favourable one
4) the intern might have really crappy taste
BOTTOM LINE : As sad as it is, this nightmare scenario is very realistic. I like to picture the writing world in a very different light. Me --the introvert - sitting in my lovely loft writing up a storm and pressing send, not worrying about sales or anything else outside the world I've put down on paper, but it doesn't work that way. It's a BUSINESS. That means you schmooze or you lose, you kiss ass, you bug everyone you can. And your script better be so god damn good that it will knock the socks off of anybody -- even an intern who falls under problems 1 through 4 above.
So, I was a very very GOOD intern today. I treated the script with the same respect I hope mine will get. I wrote up a great synopsis of the show and a very thorough and honest critique...even did research on today's marketplace.
I'd like to say I did it so the universe would treat me in kind but I didn't. I did it because I believe that every script and every person deserves respect. Okay, this post is starting to sound like an after school special. I'm done now.
January 20, 2008
Nasty phone call
Well, picture me on Friday, home not feeling well at all and getting the following phone call:
Me: Hello
Sales Lady : Hi. Can I speak to your mom or dad?
Me: excuse me?
Sales Lady: I need to speak to your mom or dad.
Me: (in a really sour tone) I happen to be the woman of this house, thank you very much.
Sales Lady: Oh ummm, well you sound like a teenager.
Me: Really? Well, I'm not.
Sales Lady: So, anyway, we're selling some....
Me: No thanks.
Sales Lady: But really, this will give you a chance to help...
Me: I said, No.
Sales Lady: But...
CLICK
Man, after the insult she should have just given up.
Me: Hello
Sales Lady : Hi. Can I speak to your mom or dad?
Me: excuse me?
Sales Lady: I need to speak to your mom or dad.
Me: (in a really sour tone) I happen to be the woman of this house, thank you very much.
Sales Lady: Oh ummm, well you sound like a teenager.
Me: Really? Well, I'm not.
Sales Lady: So, anyway, we're selling some....
Me: No thanks.
Sales Lady: But really, this will give you a chance to help...
Me: I said, No.
Sales Lady: But...
CLICK
Man, after the insult she should have just given up.
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