Thursday, December 23, 2004

End of Year Survey

End of the year survey that I stole from Mandy.

What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Ran 14 miles.

Did you keep your new year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?
I can't remember what last year's resolutions were. I'll be making a list next Friday with Karen, Nevie, Mark and Nisha.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
1. My brother and his wife had a baby boy, Christian, in January
2. Laura, Mark's little sister gave birth to a baby girl, Isabella in April

Did anyone close to you die?

Luckily, no.

What countries did you visit?
I've never ventured outside the U.S.

What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?

1. Another feature film under my belt.
2. A brand new car.
3. A decent sized savings account.

What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
1. Going to Park City, Utah for Slamdance and screening "Roberta Wells" to a packed audience.
2. Clare surprising me for my birthday.
3. Winning first place in a screenplay competition.
4. Visiting New York City and friends I haven't seen in a long, long time ... Maya and Bojo.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Turning 30.

What was your biggest failure?
I refuse to think I've failed in any way.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yes. I'm currently in physical therapy for a bum knee. Basically I was training for the Austin marathon and got a little too excited about it. I overtrained and it screwed up my left knee.

What was the best thing you bought?
A full day of relaxation and massage for my mom for Christmas.

Whose behavior merited celebration?

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
The list is too long. This year has really sucked when it comes to humanity.

Where did most of your money go?
Debt. I became officially debt free in November. I'm excited to open my very first savings account.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My relationship with Mark Osborn. The realization that I want to spend the rest of my life with the boy.

What song will always remind you of 2004?
"Toxic" by Britney Spears.

Compared to this time last year, are you:
happier or sadder?

Happier. I feel more grown up. I don't feel especially accomplished in my career, but in every other facet of my life, the world is good.

thinner or fatter?
The same. I think I've gained more muscle, thanks to physical therapy and a membership at Hyde Park Gym.

richer or poorer?
Richer. Finally. I've eaten at fancier restaurants, bought nice Christmas gifts for my friends and family, and am thinking about traveling to far away places next year.

What do you wish you'd done less of?
Television. I used to be so disciplined.

How will you be spending Christmas?
I'll be in Houston with Mark's family and then flying to Memphis to be with mine.

Did you fall in love in 2004?
Over and over and over again.

What was your favorite TV program?
(All discovered on DVD)
1. The Office
2. Curb Your Enthusiasm
3. Freaks and Geeks

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

I don't hate anyone.

What was the best book you read?
Two days ago I started a collection of Truman Capote short stories. I'm reading one that's a non-fiction piece about his investigation into a serial killer in the early 70s. It's riveting. Truman Capote is a god. Many months ago I read "Peter Pan". It brings tears to my eyes.

What was your greatest musical discovery of 2004?

What did you want and get?
"Roberta Wells" being accepted to Slamdance, distributed on DVD and aired on PBS.

What did you want and not get?
Accepted to Sundance. A company to finance "Brain Brawl".

What was your favorite film of this year?
(Not in any particular order)
Hero, Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind, Collateral, Journeys and Conversations, 13 Going on 30, Finding Neverland ... I'm sure there are some more that I'm not thinking about.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 30 this year. My friends and I had a scavenger hunt. One of my best friends, Clare, surprised me by flying in from Seattle.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Someone handing me a check to make "Brain Brawl".

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
I have an "Amelie" haircut.

What kept you sane?

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Wes Anderson. Clive Owen. Kate Winslet

What political issue stirred you the most?
Health Care.

Who did you miss?
My family.

Who was the best new person you met?

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:
To let go of where I thought I would be at this age and embrace where I am.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Cutting up a rug.

This week ... oh god, it's filled with mind numbing boredom. Boredom, boredom, boredom. Tumbleweed is rolling through the hallways of Cycorp. I think everyone has left for vacation already. Minus me of course, and Melanie and Rob. I'm slinking further and further down into my chair wondering when it will end. When will that damn clock strike 5:30pm?!?

Speaking of work, I hosted our annual Holiday Party last Friday night at the Driskill Hotel. Quite the shindig. After a few glasses of red wine(I don't normally drink ... like ever), I was on the dance floor jumping up and down to "Holiday", "Dancing Queen" and even "The Wall". I was pulling people out of their chairs, doing the electric slide and flirting with the waiter who kept sneaking me appetizers and chocolates. People kept telling me all night long that it was the best holiday party ever. I have to agree. The normally shy and quiet computer programmers and linguists were cutting up a rug and getting pretty loud and saucey. Inhibitions were definitely down that night.

BTW, Congratulations to David Lowery and Yen Tan for getting their film, Deadroom into SXSW! These are some of the nicest, most hardworking guys in the indie film world.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

What if I had to amputate?

I think my toes died last night in Johnson City. Just for a moment, like in the movie Flatliners. They probably saw a light at the end of the tunnel. And then they must have heard me calling to come back. To step away from the light. Mark and Aaron swore that it was physically impossible for me to get frost bite in a matter of half an hour. I'm willing to bet, they're wrong and that I came pretty damn close.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Thirty minutes southwest of here.

Aaron, Debbie, Mark and I are going to Johnson City to look at Christmas lights tonight. It's quite a sight to see. It's like the entire city is blanketed in white lights. Which isn't too difficult considering it's a pretty small town. Tiny, really. But still ... it sort of takes your breath away.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

5000 Calories

I used to be really good with an oven. Past holidays, I've made a mean banana bread or a batch of heavenly coconut, oatmeal, chocolate chip cookies. I'm not sure what happened. Twice this week, I tried to bake. Both times, the cookies were either too poofy, too flat, too crumbly or burnt. Even the pumpkin, chocolate chip bread I made last night didn't seem to taste quite right. BUT this does not negate the fact that I love to eat the dough. I'm beginning to think I'm tricking myself into making cookies for my friends when my real intentions are spoon feeding myself batter. The dough for these banana oatmeal cookies I tried to make (but turned out too flat and crumbly) was amazing. Sinfully delicious. But then I stood back and pictured in my head the cup of crisco that I mooshed in the batter just a few minutes earlier. Just that image of white lard sent a quiver to my belly. But did it stop me from having another bite? No. I had to throw the batter away so I wouldn't eat all of it. I'm like that. If it's not in sight, or not within reach, I won't eat it. But if it's smiling and waving at me from the refrigerator or pantry, I'm likely to gobble it up. That's the little spat that Mark and I have on occasion. He loves to buy chocolate covered pretzels, raisinets, reeses pieces and various goodies that I won't let myself have and then he'll leave them in the refrigerator. And he's funny in that he won't finish them. Ever. He'll go and buy a new bag of Popables before he'll eat what's left in the fridge. And so I'll stare at the colorful wrapper every time I open the refrigerator door. It's evil. It's cruel. So, I throw it away. I usually give it about a day and then I toss it. And he'll get mad at me even though he knows wholeheartedly that he's not going to eat the chocolate covered caramels or the box of Goobers. He knows. But he won't admit it. For about two weeks an entire birthday cake and two half eaten birthday cakes made themselves quite cozy on the bottom shelf. He told me he was going to eat the rest of the cake. That's what he said. I wasn't allowed to touch any of them. I can't remember if I asked permission or not, but after the two weeks were up, I made the call and tossed that Randall's birthday cake, the yellow cake with chocolate icing and the half eaten cake that Meredith decorated with a huge grin on my face. Take that you pile of white frosting! Take that you chocolate goodness! Take that you 5000 calories! Oh god. I'm so pathetic.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Thinking good thoughts for my mommy.

Updates and goings on ...

Roberta Wells airs on the PBS Program "The Territory", Tuesday, December 21st, 10PM

I try and act in my friend, Aaron Marshall's short film Sole Mates. You can check it out at Bob B Bob Productions I'm not promising an Oscar winning performance. In fact, I think I'm pretty goofy.

I'm still waiting for my friend Ryan's short to get finished. I star in it with our friend Sean. In that one, I scream a lot, slam a car door shut, walk off into the desert and break out into song.

I'm gearing up for my short, tentatively titled, The Tree. Richard, Sturge, Meredith, Ryan, Nevie and Stacy are all helping out. My friends fucking kick ass, it's not even funny.

Party at Debbie's tomorrow night! I plan to shake my booty all over the house.

I'm running the Trail of Lights 5K tomorrow. Strangely enough, my physical therapist was supposed to run it too, but she fractured her foot.

My mom's cat, Willie died last night. My mom LOVED that cat more than anything. Think good thoughts for her. She's really bummed.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Baby Fever

Nisha's sister, Sunita, and her little boy Balin were in town for girl's night at Ararat. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He's nine months old and sweet. With his little round cheeks and his two teeth. His curious stare and the grin that slips so easily from happy to sad. I have baby fever. I'm very serious when I say that I want one of my own soon.

Friday, December 03, 2004

December 4 - My 2-year anniversary with Mark.

He lets me decide which movie we're going to see. He makes me giggle. He loves movies more than I do. He lets me eat food off his plate. He snores. He tells me he's proud of me. He wears sweater vests. He tells me the truth. He always offers to buy me things when I don't really need them. He laughs and tells me I'm cute when I sing "Baracuda" in the car. He catches me when I run and jump into his arms over and over and over again for fun. He remembers what I like. He listens to me. He tells me to keep going. He takes the time to tell me which outfit looks good when I can't decide and then doesn't pester me about taking too long. He puts up with my many, many lists. He eats a Thundercloud sub every single day of the week. He likes bulk bins, just like me. Most of his best friends are girls. His love for his family. His fear of Clorox. His belly. He worries when I go running in the dark. He sticks up for me. His love for New York City. He buys me records that I've never heard of because he thinks I'll like them. His blue, blue eyes. His affection for naps. He likes crayons. When he grows a beard. How he rolls up one pant leg every time he wears a pair of jeans. He makes me smoothies. He kisses my forehead when I go to sleep.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

It's not my fault.

I'm ok. I'm ok. I promise. I've gotten a few sweet notes from people regarding my last entry. It was a passing emotion. I swear to god. And I'm very excited for all of my friends. They're amazingly talented and extremely deserving of all of their successes. They make me proud. :)

I've been working on my director's reel. I plan on harrassing some actors with my script and reel, trying to get some letters of intent for Brain Brawl. I also need it for the project that I might direct this summer. It's still not a definite thing, but the producers are making headway. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. It's been fun working on the reel. I'm getting to revisit The Absence of Wings and the documentary that I never finished. Somehow, my shorts seem much cooler when they're laid out in a nice montage.

My boss told me today that I'm not responsible for earthquakes. It gives me great comfort.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Jealousy is a green eyed monster.

"Jealousy is a green eyed monster," my friend Stacy just emailed me. True. But it's natural all the same. I'm feeling a little blue today. The bittersweet kind. The Zellners got into Sundance and Slamdance. The Duplass brothers got into Sundance again and "Dear Pillow" got nominated for an Independent Spirit Award. How can I not feel a tinge of jealousy. I'd be a big fat liar if I said I wasn't. But honestly, every single one of them truly deserves it. They work their asses off. The Zellners and the Duplass brothers never cease to inspire and amaze me. I just don't want to get left behind, y'know? I know that I have this really wonderful script, that's hilarious, sweet and it has my heart written all over it. And trying to get it off the ground has been pretty tough so far. And it's not getting any easier. I have a lot of hard work ahead of me. Sometimes I just get a little tired. I need to wipe the sweat from my brow, take a deep breath, reassure myself that it's all worth it and keep moving.

Monday, November 29, 2004

No more turkey

I love Thanksgiving so much that I get really sad when it's over. I miss the turkey. I miss the stuffing. The turkey/cranberry sandwiches with mayonnaise. The naps in the middle of the afternoon. The "Law and Order" marathons. The late nights of bad reality television. But the cool thing about Thanksgiving is that when it's over, we have Christmas to look forward to. And usually that means, yummy food, bad television, long naps and lots of sweets. AND no work!!! For a whole week!!!

I'm planning my next short. I reserved space and dates for auditions, location scouting, shoot dates ... I'm ready. I'm ready to start new projects. I'm ready to move forward on old projects. I'm ready to get shit done.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Rabbit Ears and the Zellners

Thanksgiving Eve.  I remember this very day from 2003.  I'd gotten a call from Slamdance telling me Roberta Wells got in to the festival.  I remember running around my tiny apartment screaming, jumping up and down and dancing in a circle.  I remember phoning friends with shaky fingers and a shaky voice to tell them the good news.

I got a call from Slamdance today.  Not to tell me I got in, but to tell me  there were glitches on the tape I sent them for their shorts DVD.  Sarah, who programs the short films, also told me Walter Lehman didn't make the cut this year.  Too long, she said.  I knew this.  I had a feeling I wouldn't be going to Park City this year.  She was very sweet about it and told me she really liked the film.

I know I need to be on a set again.  It's been over six months since I made my last short and I'm feeling the anxiety.  Having dinner with the Zellners last weekend only solidified that feeling.  Hearing about their latest projects made me jealous and anxious.  I'm glad I have those boys.  Somehow, they keep me grounded.  Not to mention they make me laugh my ass off.  They make me wish I'd grown up in their family.

Here's my problem of late ... television.  I've been watching too much of it.    A few months ago Mark bought rabbit ears so he could watch baseball.  Before the rabbit ears we couldn't get any channels.  We only used it for the VCR and DVD players.  But that was fine with me.  In fact, I wanted to keep it that way.  I explained to Mark how I become a television addict.  And I hate myself for it, but I can't help it.  I'm a sucker for "Friends", "The Gilmore Girls", and "Law and Order".  I remember one weekend when Buckner and I got cable, we watched probably 20 episodes of "Law and Order" in one sitting.  Since the rabbit ears came into our house, I've been sucked into shows like "Wife Swap", "The OC", "Trading Spouses".  Last night I watched some reality show about people losing weight.  Every now and then, I'll look over at my computer which sits in the opposite corner of the TV.  It stares back at me longingly.  Begging me to come type some new script or cut and paste a short film.  But no.  I've embraced the busdriving mom from rural New Jersey who teaches the rich mom from New York to spend more time with her kids.  I hang out with Seth, Ryan, Marisa and Summer who all make being a teenager look so much cooler than it really was.  I hate myself.

Friday, November 19, 2004

IT Bands and Ice Baths

The US Comedy Festival asked us to submit Brain Brawl. Apparently they stage readings. Jim Carrey is their honoree this year. We're also waiting to find out about the Berlin Talent Campus for Brain Brawl and jumping off bridges. The two events overlap. We could either be skiing in Aspen or roaming the streets of Berlin. Either one would be pretty cool.

Still waiting to hear back from a bunch of festivals ... Sundance, Slamdance, Rotterdam, Florida, Victoria ... And a bunch of screenplay competitions ... Disney, Tribeca, Cinequest, ASA, Miramax ... I'm sure the rejection letters will start rolling in any day now.

I'm in physical therapy. It started on Wednesday. After some serious knee pain, I went to the Orthopedic doctor last Thursday. I have an inflamed IT band. Basically the tissue that runs from my hip to my knee. Every time I would run it would flare up by mile 5. It got worse and worse. And then the day after I went to the doctor, my shin started hurting. It hurt to even walk. I have tendonitis in my shin. That actually hurts the most. So basically, my whole left leg is broken (figuratively speaking). It's all a result of overtraining and running too much.

It's my first time with physical therapy. She starts with a deep tissue massage. And I hesitate to say massage because, the second time she did it, I almost started crying. I actually screamed with pain. Then I do little exercises she gives me along with working my leg on machines. And lastly, she wraps an ice pad around my leg and attaches electrodes up and down it. I'm not sure which is worse, the deep tissue massage or the ice pad. The ice pad and electrodes work their magic for 15 painstaking minutes.

She's letting me run starting on Sunday. Only 3 miles. And afterwards I have to take an ice bath. That's right, an ice bath. I have to fill up the the lower portion of the tub with ice and then sit there for 15 minutes. It makes me question whether or not I want to run again. I can't think of a more horrible punishment. It sucks! Needless to say, I won't be running the marathon in February. But y'know what? I think it's fate. The Comedy Fest and the Berlin Talent Campus would conflict with the marathon, so MAYBE my leg injury was a way for me not to shell out the $80 for the marathon because I'm destined to ski in Aspen or roam around Germany. Let's look at it that way. It's a prettier picture.

Oh yeah, I'm still 30. And I'm still lovin' it.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Birthday Weekend

I had an amazing birthday.

Highlights include:

Pineapple Cake (Homemade by my coworker Mel)
Chocolate Hazelnut Cake (Homemade by Mark's sister Amy)

A surprise visit from my best friend Clare who flew in from Seattle for the weekend. I cried, I screamed, I hugged her and wouldn't let go.

Karen's eggplant sandwiches after several glasses of wine.

Karen, Clare and I dancing at hip-hop night. Clare got hit on by some very large black man with gold teeth who said she was "one fine motherfucker".

The Scavenger Hunt:
Sean stopping traffic by doing the running man for 20 seconds in the middle of Guadelupe.
Nevie pretending to be the lead singer of Kitty Litter.
Mandy and Sean's rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine"
Mark picking his nose at a crowded bus stop.
Doing the macarena with Ken and Debbie Smith in the middle of Barton Creek mall.
Ken, Ryan and Jim stripping down to their underwear in the elevator only to be caught by someone trying to get on.

Falling in love with Egil's family.

Hanging out with my beloved friends. I must've teared up 20 times this weekend out of sheer joy.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Bicycle Girl

It was sort of a strange morning. A rather odd and somewhat disturbing beginning to my fourth decade. I started my morning walk at 6:30am. (I've been walking this week because I might have Chondromalacia patellae or more commonly ... runner's knee) I walked about a mile and headed down Duval towards San Jacinto. A young girl whizzed past me on her bike. A second or two later I heard a low thud. I didn't think much of it. About a minute or two later I see her bike in the middle of the road. I ran down the sidewalk and saw the woman lying face down in the grass. She was somewhat contorted over a huge branch that had fallen from the tree onto the ground. My heart fell to my feet. I knelt down next to her to see if she was still breathing. She was, but it was uneven and heavy. I put my hand on her back and asked if she was ok. No response. I asked if she needed help. No response. Again, I asked if she was ok. Nothing. There wasn't a soul around and nothing was open so I ran a few blocks to a coffeeshop. I called 911 and told them what happened. I was maybe gone for 3-5 minutes before getting back to her. When I got to the scene, she was gone. Her bike was still lying in the middle of the road and her headphones on the sidewalk. The EMS and firetruck came and I explained the situation. There was some lame ass guy across the street sitting in his car. I yelled at him to see if he saw her leave. He said he didn't see anything. The firefighters took her bike and headphones and asked what she looked like. They left me standing there a little shaken and unsure. I couldn't figure out what to do with myself so I walked home and cleaned my house while Mark slept. I just hope she's ok.

The day has since taken an upward turn. I've gotten a million emails from friends and family (I feel very loved) and eaten a huge piece of my coworker's homemade pineapple cake. I'm about to head to the doctor's office to get my knee x-rayed.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Waking up

I'll wake up tomorrow and be the big 3-0. Fuck yeah!

My friend Stacy bought a motorcycle in her 30s. I'm thinking of buying a station wagon.

I was reminded of my love/hate relationship with David Gordon Green this afternoon. This sort of ties in with my birthday. I love him, in that I love his films. Wholeheartedly. And he's a really nice guy. I hate him because I'm horribly jealous of his success and his talent. George Washington came out around the time of cicadas. Evil thoughts slipped into my head as I discussed Undertow with a coworker. I sometimes think about where he's at now and where I'm at. I think about the two films he's made since and all of the major film critics who pine for him. Pesky feelings of jealousy creep up. But in all honesty, he deserves every ounce of success. Sincerely. My time will come.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Fraternity Boys

I got hollered at by a bunch of fraternity boys this morning. It was 7:30am and I was minding my own business enjoying my morning walk. I wanted to yell back at them, "I'm 30, I'm too old for you!" I also fantasized about walking over there and telling them that I had 2 kids and a long term live in boyfriend. I had the kids names and ages picked out and everything.

I'm enjoying getting older. Some friends find that confusing. There's something wonderful about aging, becoming wiser. Having experienced things and being able to give advice. It's also cool to be "an older woman". Not that I have the experience or sexiness to go along with that. It still sounds cool.

Only two more days.

By the way, I LOVE cake that involves strawberries, bananas, chocolate, candy bars, caramel, coconut, tirimasu ...

Monday, November 08, 2004


Three more days until I turn 30. I'm spending this entire week celebrating. I think I deserve a week for making it through three decades.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Election Day

I want it to be tomorrow. So we'll all know. So we can plan accordingly.

Good things are happening. I'm also learning the etiquette of Hollywood.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004


I'm turning 30 in 22 days. Most people tell me how depressing it was to turn 30. I'm anxious. This may sound odd, but I feel like I'm supposed to be 30 now. Like maybe where I'm at in my life, with my boyfriend, my apartment, my job, film, this is a good place. I believe in things happening for a reason. I believe we create our own path in life. I'm happy with the road I've paved. I'm in awe of the people I've met along the way. I love and celebrate the fact that I'm growing. There's nothing depressing about it.

I reminisced today about how much I used to love (and still do) River Phoenix. I'm helping Bryan Chafin tonight prepare for an audition tomorrow where they describe the character as a young River Phoenix. Ah, my beloved memories of River. I sobbed the morning I found out about his death. Nearly choked on my sadness. He was my matinee idol.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Walter Lehman Site

I just finished the beginnings of the website for Walter Lehman. Check it out. It makes me happy.

Suburban Hell

I had the strangest dream last night. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one has been sitting with me all day long.

I was hanging out with the Olsen Twins, riding around Manhattan in an old teal green station wagon. I remember thinking, "What a cool car, but it's weird that they would think this was a cool car." We decided to go back to their house and watch television. In the middle of Manhattan (maybe in Central Park) there was this long driveway up a mountain. Of course this mountain doesn't really exist. Once we got to the top of the mountain, it was like this suburban community, stale and boring. Huge, ugly houses that all resembled each other. The Olsen twin's house was large and awful. Everything was brown and 70s. We hung out in the livingroom watching cartoons on their brown shag carpet. After too long, I asked Mary Kate (or Ashley, I'm not sure which one) to take me home. We got back into the teal green station wagon and pulled out of the driveway. She drove around and around the neighborhood looking for the long driveway that would take us back down the mountain and back into Manhattan. We drove around and around, without any luck. It felt like hours. Mary Kate kept getting frustrated and started to drive violently through the neighborhood streets. I woke up, lost and afraid that I would be stuck with an Olsen twin in suburban hell for the rest of my life.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

From inside a hip pocket

I finished the last draft of Brain Brawl. I refuse to work on the screenplay version any longer. Until someone is genuinely interested in working with us. Then and only then, will I work with other people's ideas, fleshing it out further. Until that time, I'm really happy with it. Of course after saying all of that, I will start to work on an hour-long television script based on Brain Brawl. I've been doing a bit of research on format and so forth. I don't watch a whole lot of television so I need to do a little bit of research. Stacy might tape some shows for me. Doing research by watching television seems really backwards to me.

By the way, Roberta Wells went up on the Cineclix site. You can download your own copy of it. What's cool is that my friend Duane's documentary, Up Syndrome, was picked up by Cineclix as well. Up Syndrome is really, really good. I forced all of my friends to watch it a few years ago.

I'm finding out that my friends are getting agents. I'm both proud and happy for them. I'm also quietly jealous. I want an agent too. I want someone to recognize my potential. It seems like it's that barrier. Having an agent and not having an agent. They say you'll get one when you need one. I need one. I need someone to put me and my script into their hip pocket and carry me around. Someone nice, preferably.

Tomorrow's Friday.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Being called in for dinner.

My friend Clare and I used to dream of winning Oscars when we were in high school. We wanted to clink our statuettes at the Vanity Fair party and sip champagne with Meryl Streep and Robert De Niro. We went to every Thespian competition in high school and would take home awards for solo monologues or group performance. We had leads in all of the school plays. I was Fastrada in Pippin, the narrator in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, M'Lynn in Steel Magnolias ... I was a high school theater diva. I always thought I would win an Oscar for acting in some epic drama about war or drug addiction or something along those lines. I had no idea that someday I would be behind the camera. Filmmaking to me seemed ... honestly, I didn't understand it. I had no clue how films got made. And as the pieces started to come together and I saw the bigger picture, it still seemed over my head. All of the technical intricacies, freaked me out. They still do. But telling stories, oh man. I can feel it in my blood. I was describing to a friend the other day how and why I write and it all started to make sense to me. When I was little I spent a lot of time by myself. I created forts in the woods and made up friends who would come to visit. For hours I would hang out in the dirt lot next to my house creating cities in the sand to drive my brother's box cars around. I loved creating and breathing those other worlds. I would crawl inside my imagination and hide there when my mom would call me in for dinner. I still do. Sunday, when I was working on a rewrite for "Brain Brawl" Mark kept trying to talk to me and ask me questions. His voice was barely audible, almost warbled on the edge of my conciousness. I was deep inside Hampton College Preparatory School, hanging out with my characters while they battled it out against their rival school, Kennedy High for the Statewide Brain Brawl Competition Title. At that moment, on that day, it was all I knew. The only place I wanted to be. I like making movies and telling stories, because I still love to hide inside my imagination and pretend like I can't hear my mom calling me in for supper.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Friday, October 08, 2004

Spilling over

It's Friday. I LOVE Fridays. I think I might like Fridays right at about 6:01pm better than any other moments in time. I like having my freedom for two and a half days. Even though most weekends, much like this one, are filled with meeting up with friends to work on projects or making time to write or packaging scripts or films to send out on Monday morning. But still, it's MY time and I embrace it with wide open arms.

I've sent and am sending "Brain Brawl" to a few recommended agents. I'm feeling ready. I feel like I've been writing a lot lately and have a decent body of scripts and am in the works on many more that kind of run the gamut from screenplays, television spec scripts and plays. I'm aching, in a big way, to direct another feature, but in the mean time, writing a lot is helping. The creative juices are spilling over. It's nice. So I'll cross my fingers that some agent will become smitten with me and I in turn, smitten with them and we will have a wonderful long lasting relationship that will benefit the both of us.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Run Free

I signed up for my first half marathon today. White Rock in Dallas on December 12th. I've been on a few 13-mile runs so far. I'm not terribly nervous about that one. But I checked out the map for the Austin marathon this afternoon that takes place in February. 26 miles is a lot of running. I was telling my friend Nisha, I'm getting a little queasy about it. She ran the NY marathon many years ago. She's keeping my head on straight about it and trying to keep me focused and inspired. She's good like that.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Ok, ok, enough already.

My boyfriend is hasseling me to post a new entry.

I'm pouring through a list of production companies, hoping to win gold with one of them. This process ... it's painful, almost.

For some reason the other night, I dug out all of the these old scripts that I'd written in college. Unfinished scripts. The format is all wrong, there are monologues that go on for pages and lots and lots of voice-over. It's fun to go back to that kind of stuff. It's actually pretty inspiring. I found a script that I'd started about my experiences working in a grocery store. It's hilarious. I've got an itch to flesh it out into a feature. I'd forgotten what crazy characters I used to work with. I mean, really, the people that exist in the grocery store world are truly bizarre. Which brings me to the fact that I'm on a comedy kick. Maybe because I'm not so depressed anymore. Maybe I grew out of that. I don't know. I still have PLENTY of ideas for dramas. While in New York, I think I scribbled down at least ten in my little notebook. Mostly while sitting in the subways. I'm getting sidetracked and I really need to stay on task. "Stay on task". I can't believe I just wrote that.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Initial Skateboards

My brother is a 32-year old child. And I mean that in a good way. He's more of a kid than his three-year old or his 8-month old. He works doing something, not sure what and he buys a lot of real estate and does stuff with that. Again, not sure what, buys, sells, leases, renovates. He owns a big house with Easy Mac and Gushers in the pantry. The coolest thing about my brother (besides the Easy Mac) is that he owns a skateboarding company. He built a half pike in his garage and hangs out with all of the skater kids in Jacksonville. I love it. He's gotten hurt more as an adult skateboarding than he ever did as a teenager. Check out his website at They're having some sort of crazy skateboarding adventure this Saturday.

I remember the days when I tried so hard to learn how to skateboard because I was so in love with John Parker and I thought if only I could skateboard, he would fall madly in love with me.

Monday, September 27, 2004

My New York Recap

My New York Recap:

1. I ate A LOT of cake, pastries, gelato, ice cream and deep fried oreos. My favorite ... it's a tie between the Black Forest Cake from a diner on the upper west side and the ice cream from an ice cream shop that Jay Duplass took us to in the East Village. It was a double scoop of banana and chocolate ice cream. Ooh, and the gelato from Ciao Bella ... Malted Milk Ball flavored.

2. I ate A LOT of savory stuff as well. My favorite ... the Ethiopian Restaurant on Mulberry and Houston. OH MY GOD!!! Probably in the top three meals I've had in my entire life. Oh and the cold left over pizza that Nevie and Christine gave us from some famous pizza shop in Brooklyn.

3. Catching up with friends. I got to see so many friends I haven't seen in ages ... Maya (good college friend), Mark Griffey (a total weirdo from high school who I adore), Barbara (an acquaintance who works at Showtime), Frank Reynolds, Bojo and Chad (friends from college), Marie Marshall (an acquaintance from Austin), Wyatt Phillips (ex Austin filmmaker now at NYU and interning at Killer Films), Anne del Castillo (friend/ex-AFS Artistic Director, now programs POV on PBS), Christine (my old therapist/friend), Jay Duplass and Jay Deuby (ex Austin filmmakers) and probably one or two others that I'm forgetting.

4. The IFP ... I met many, many cool filmmakers, writers, editors, business owners. I made quite a few contacts at the IFP by just hanging out in the lounge. We were set up with two official meetings. One was a company who's only film I'd heard of I saw at Sundance this year and hated. They weren't interested in us, and we weren't interested in them. Just got a not so good vibe at the beginning of the meeting. The second company was comprised of an Italian guy and a German guy who have line produced over 15 indie films and are starting to produce. We met with the Italian guy. We told them that "Brain Brawl" wasn't a good match for them, but pitched "jumping off bridges". He seemed really interested so I gave him a script. We went to one party/reception at the IFP. I saw two works in progress, one narrative and one doc. Saw two panels. I found the IFP good mostly for meeting other filmmakers and lower end industry types. I think it's a good market if you have a documentary or you get into No Borders. Scripts kind of get the shaft there.

5. Meetings outside of the market ...

a. Startz Productions (Ella Enchanted, Tuck Everlasting) - We met with the VP there. She loved "Brain Brawl". She was very complimentary about my voice, the script ... I felt completely validated. Basically she's not sure if they'll be able to do something with it. She says that the studios are looking for material for 16 and 17-year old characters, but she's giving it to the head of the company to read and see what she says. She's hooking me up with a couple of agents that she's going to recommend me to. She asked if I'd considered turning BB into a children's book.

b. Karin Chien (produced Robot Stories) - Met with her to get an idea about self-distribution and how Robot Stories did for them. We got tons of info from her about all of that. She wants to see BB. She has a friend who heads up the family division at Paramount.

c. Andrew Lauren Productions (G, and some film that's being co-produced by Wes Anderson) - Wants me to take BB in an edgier, more indie direction. Says I need to decid if it's something we take to the studios (where I probably wouldn't get to direct), through indie companies or for television. Good meeting. He's possibly interested in fostering the project.

d. Gianna Chachere (former programmer of Slamdance, now runs a festival with Allison Anders) - She's a friend of a friend. Very cool girl. She has some connections in Los Angeles that she might hook us up with.

e. Allen Chou (runs Passion River, a distributor in NYC) - Gave us an overview of what to expect with distributing our various projects, docs, narratives, doc series ... very informative.

6. Basically, we came away with the following:

a. I need to slightly rewrite a draft of BB with an indie edge to it to send back to Andrew Lauren Prods.

b. Keep the one I've got to pursue larger scale companies (i.e. Paramount, Nickelodeon Films, ABC Family).

c. Write a television pilot to pitch as a series. (Christine's sister just started writing a new series on Nickelodeon that I'm going to send it to)

It was a GREAT week. We made so many connections and there are a few possibilities that are out there of things that could happen with various projects ... from "jumping off bridges", "Brain Brawl" to "Rescue Me". We even pitched a doc series "Road Side Texas" that Stacy wants to do. When I was telling one doc distributor about it, he got VERY excited. So, we'll see. I have a lot of following up to do.
There are more stories, anecdotes ... but these are the biggest ones.
Part of me is glad to be home and part of me aches to be back in NYC.

9/25/04 My New York Trip

I'm taking my last deep breath of New York City. Watching Central Park roll by on my left and all of the hotels that I could never afford in a million years go by on my right. Cyclists whizzing in front of speeding taxis and clumps of pregnant women pushing strollers and sipping on their Saturday morning Starbucks. Cathedrals, churches, brownstones, Riverside Park, the corner groceries, Duane Reade, Bistros. We're carried out of the city streets in our blue Super Shuttle van, this time with a really nice driver.

9/23/04 My New York Trip

We had an amazing meeting with Gillian from Startz Productions. It's up in the air as to whether they would take on the project. Gillian loved the script. She was extremely complementary which sent me into a euphoric, skipping down the sidewalk state. I was literally bouncing down the city streets as we left the building. She's giving the script to the head of the company to read. I'm hoping she falls in love with it. In the mean time, she'll be putting us in touch with agents. We'll see.

9/22/04 My New York Trip

Such highs and lows. After a long day I came home and called my boyfriend. Confused, he asked me, "Now what are you guys doing there again?". I'm not sure sometimes. I mean, I know, but there are moments when I ask myself the same question.

Emily Hubley, sister to Georgia Hubley of Yo La Tengo, is standing next to me. She must have just been on the animation panel. She has a kind smile and seems very sincere. People around me are talking, meeting, pitching, being desperate, being passionate and honest. I think I have a hard time showing my passion. I hate seeming desperate and I have a big fear of coming off that way.

I really think I need to get a laptop. All of the cool kids have one.

9/20/04 My New York Trip

I barely made it through a really cold shower this morning. I told myself, "Be brave" before dousing myself in icy water. It was truly painful. Lorie was still sleeping at 7:30 in the morning so I decided to run down to Whole Foods at Columbus Circle. I was in search of trail mix. Not just any trail mix, but the trail mix you get out of the bulk bins. I'd already tried a few natural food stores on the upper west side with no luck. Upon arrive at Whole Foods, I searched high and low. Surely they would have bulk bins. I thought it was like a rule or something. Finally I asked the produce guy who didn't speak any english. He pointed me to another guy who I had to explain what bulk bins were. He said they didn't have them. I could feel the crushing blow in my gut. No bulk bins. The horror. And here it took me a whole hour to get down there to find out I'd be leaving without my beloved trail mix. It was a sad morning in Mudville. The whole trail mix thing has become an addiction really. The employees at Central Market and Whole Foods have come to know me quite well. I'm a fixture.

Oh, I could really use a nap. I didn't run today. Maybe I should have. Sometimes I kick myself for not. Or rather my weight neuroses kicks me.

So, there's something both inspiring and disheartening about going to conferences like these. I feel like I'm in a herd of cattle. Like I'm lumped in with all of these desperate and aching filmmakers. I'm nameless, indistinguishable. It can really depress me. I don't like being a part of a large group like that. I don't want to be a part of "the club" as they call it. I like going solo. Being with all of these people makes me feel icky, somehow.

We keep running into Mary Lampe from SWAMP. Such a lovely lady. I like her a lot. She asked if she could put "Roberta Wells" on The Territory. It's a program that airs on PBS all across Texas. That made me very happy.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

9/19/04 My New York Trip

Twelve long, painful hours of travel. Literally. From 6am until 6pm. Three hours in the Chicago airport and a really rude Super Shuttle driver. He was mean, mean, mean.

The Riverside Inn. It's advertised as a hotel. It's more like a hostel/dorm room.

A few bad things:
No toilet paper.
No towels.
The bathroom light doesn't work.
Strange men smoking cigarettes in the stairwell.
Road construction in the streets below.
Starbucks, everywhere.

A few good things:
Right next to Riverside Park.
Family/quiet neighborhood.
A few blocks from the 96th metro stop.
A diner around the corner that serves a mean Black Forest cake.
A few blocks from Central Park.

I went running this morning down Riverside Park. I felt like I was meant to be there. As if running through the park, I was a part of something, like maybe I was a New Yorker too. However, runners in Austin are very friendly. They smile, they nod or say "Good morning". Not so much in New York. I tried to make connections with fellow runners. No deal. They look down or over to the side. They don't really smile. They just run.

Met my dear friend, Maya for brunch this morning in Brooklyn. I could be wrong, but I think it's been over seven years since I've seen her. She's still gorgeous, still as vibrant and full of life as I remember her to be. The only thing that's really changed is her location. Sitting next to me, I can't help but grabbing her and hugging her for as long as I can. She was always a mother figure to me. She took care of me in college and looked out for me. She was the voice of reason, the arms that held me and gave me comfort.

We ran into Marie Marshall from Austin while registering. She's volunteering at the market. It was nice to see a familiar face.

My feet haven't gotten too tired yet. We're sitting in our orientation right now, waiting for the panelists to start telling us what we should expect from the conference.

9-18-04 My New York Trip

Stuck on the tarmac in Chicago. Apparently hurricane Ivan is hovering over New York. It's my first time in Chicago. How sad I have to spend it on the O'Hare landing strip. I can see a highway from here. And some really tall buildings off in the distance. Maybe one of them is the Sears tower. I've spent the last five hours pouring through trashy magazines ... Us, People, Vogue. I've discovered I have a strange fascination with Gisele Bundchen. She's stunningly beautiful. It might have something to do with her dating Leonardo DiCaprio. I've always pined for him. Ever since Growing Pains. We have the same birthday. Right down to the exact same year. We'll both be turning 30 on November 11th.

Lorie and I should be getting into the city around 5 or so. I hope. We'll probably wander aimlessly through the upper west side. I'm looking forward to an evening of nothing. No plans. Just the city and us.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Little things that might turn big.

I had a long talk with some people last night who are interested in me directing a teen comedy that one of them has written. Just preliminary talks and get to know you kind of stuff. I should get the script when I get back from New York. But from the sound of the story and the sound of the people involved, I have a really good feeling about it. I just clicked with the two individuals. Who knows, y'know?


It's 5:38pm. I'm counting the minutes until I can leave work and start my adventure. I'm ready. I've made a thick travel packet with maps and information and schedules. I've called a few friends and arranged dinner and lunch plans. I've talked my coworker's ear off about everywhere I'm going to go and everything I'm going to see. My bags are packed. Toothbrush ... check. Shampoo ... check. Fancy dress ... check. Dancing shoes ... check. Nevie and I are totally going dancing one night. We have to. She doesn't know it just yet, but she will be my partner in crime. I'll will shake my booty all night long. I will sleep way past my normal waking up hour of 6am. I will let loose. I will go crazy. I will tear up the city like there's no tomorrow. Maybe. I'll probably stand in the corner of all of the parties and sip on my water with lemon and then leave early and go back to my room and wish I had a television to watch cheesy movies on USA, like the Heidi Fleiss story or the Tracy Gold Biopic. But whatever happens happens. It'll be fun.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Super Shuttle

Roberta Wells will be released on the 2004 Slamdance "Best of" DVD. Not sure the actual date. But it should be available through their website in the upcoming months. We're still piecing together the cicadas DVD. It should be ready in time for Christmas. That's the plan. It'll make for a GREAT Christmas present for your family and friends! Other important news ... hmmmm ... I reserved a Super Shuttle for when we arrive at the Newark airport Saturday morning. That's exciting stuff. For me, at least. And Lorie.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Everyday it's getting closer.

I have Buddy Holly stuck in my head. Yesterday it was Britney Spears, "Oops I did it again"

Last night I babysat Zoie, an 8-year old girl who I've been babysitting for two years now. She's a funny kid. Tall, lanky, bob haircut. We usually have pretty interesting conversations. Her favorite TV show ... Wheel of Fortune. Second Favorite ... Jeopardy. Most anticipated film of the year ... Sponge Bob Square Pants. Favorite singer ... Britney. Favorite food ... spinach. She uses phrases like, "Frankly, I'm not so sure." and "Don't be ridiculous". She has a dog named Collie that lives under her bed and is stuffed with cotton. She has a pink unicorn which I'm not allowed to talk in front of. It's sensitive, I guess. She cheats at Go Fish and sometimes her Barbie picks fights with mine. Last night I spent about an hour trying to persuade Zoie that going to bed is cool. She wasn't convinced. I can't wait to have kids. And I'm totally sincere.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Pilot and Olo and the lovely bloke.

Richard just called to mention that he screened "Pilot and Olo" at his school today. He's teaching junior high kids at The Griffin School in Hyde Park. The kids were saying how much it reminded them of their home lives. That makes me happy. He also mentioned that all of the girls were in love with Bryan Chafin. Cute! Junior High girls are funny, funny creatures.

I've been researching restaurants in New York City all week. There are a million Ethiopian/African restaurants on Amsterdam Avenue near our hotel. Nevie and I are going to eat the mess out of some Ethiopian food. I've been pouring through menus and making a list of where I want to eat. I'm retarded like that. I seriously have a list. With addresses and hours of business, types of food and if they're recommended or not.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Girl Moves

Mark (my boyfriend) and I were discussing "girl moves" last night before bed. His idea of "girl moves" are this ...

1. When a girl wants someone to do something really, really badly. And then when the person she's trying to persuade makes it very clear that they're not interested, the girl quickly becomes disinterested and ends the conversation with a "I don't care if you go" or "I decided it doesn't matter afterall". This giving the other person a guilt trip into doing what the girl wants.

2. When a girl wants to go to dinner or a movie with someone and then at the last minute says, "I'd love to go, but I don't have enough money" or "I've been dying to see that film, but I'm trying to pinch my pennies". This leaving an open end for someone to pick up the tab for the girl so she can eat or see the film.

I don't think these are "girl moves". I think they're "everybody moves". Rah! It's just stupid. We got into a heated debate over this for about half an hour as I was unsuccessfully trying to go to sleep. It was way after my bedtime of 10pm. And then the heated, silly debate became real and upsetting. I hate when that happens. I prefer to not argue. Period. It usually just ends in upset or anger. Even still, my boyfriend's a total weirdo and I love the hell out of him.

So enough of that. I spent the evening at my friend, Sean's, art show last night. He had this wonderful painting of a girl in the city. Very comicesque. I loved it. And this huge piece of collected post-its that he'd drawn different people on. I haven't been to an art show in some time. Probably the last one was when my friend Kristin came to town from New York to show a bunch of her stuff at a Rock N Roll art show at Gallery Lombardi. Tonight, my friend, Bob, is having an opening at Art House, downtown Austin. This man is fantastic. He's an amazing talent. I absolutely love it. It's crazy how rich this town is with so many wonderfully creative people. We're lucky like that.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Avoiding the sound of my voice

I'm getting so excited about New York I can barely contain myself. I find myself perusing the yahoo map of Manhattan. Just staring at it. Navigating up and down Central Park and along the East Village. I've been gathering all of the travel info I'll need. Like how a week-long Metrocard pass is $21 and how it'll cost about $60 to get from the airport to my hotel. The little things even make me giddy.

Today we found out that we have a block of 4 hours on Thursday, the 23rd where we'll be pitching the script to everyone and their mother. Four hours. Geez, that's like forever. I might hate talking after that. Or maybe someone will LOVE the script in the first hour and say, "We want it! We're going to give you ten million dollars to make it and not interfere in any way whatsoever with your creative vision! Just go make your film and come back when it's done!" Sigh.


Stacy came out of surgery yesterday. I haven't talked to her yet. Her mom's staying with her for a few days to get her through recovery. I'll probably stop by this afternoon after work. Stacy is strength like I've never seen before. She's one of those people that volunteers at homeless shelters, takes in stray animals and helps to find homes for those she can't take in. She raises a teenage daughter and eagerly takes on way more than she really should, but always does it with a smile. I always find comfort and inspiration in her presence. Her nature reminds me of one of my best friends, Ama. There's just this goodness, this innate sincerity about her. She's just a kick ass lady.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Red and Delicious

Feeling a little blah today. It can't be the weather. It's absolutely gorgeous outside. The air is cool, the sun is shining. I don't know.

As a result of winning the Rhode Island Screenplay Competition, I've been given subscriptions to these online script services. They're terribly confusing. I've spent the past two days registering my information with them. Two days of typing in just my name and address. I haven't even started the treatment, synopsis part. I'm curious how many screenwriters there are. In the world. And how many screenplays get produced. The figures must be really depressing. I'm glad I'm not just a screenwriter or just an actor. It must be terrible having your fate in someone else's hands. I don't think I could do that. I'm horrible at waiting around. I think I've already said this, but I have a hard time sitting still. Ask my boyfriend. He'll tell you I can't just sit for more than 30 seconds. I have to be cleaning or writing or making something or pacing or organizing my receipts by months. It's sad.

I've rediscovered Red Delicious Apples. It'd been a while since I'd bought them at the store. A friend suggested trying Fuji apples about six months ago. I quickly latched on to Fujis in a big way. They're so sweet and crisp. But now, having just eaten a Red Delicious, I might have to switch back over for a little while.

Speaking of which, I love the word "delicious".

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Where it all ends with peanut butter and chocolate

I came home yesterday afternoon to an empty cat bowl, a meowing Pork Chop (my cat) and an overflowing cat litter box. Not sure if Ryan forgot to feed my little PC or if PC just got a ferocious appetite while we were away. Either way, PC was bubbling over with excitement when we walked through the door. I love that cat so much it hurts.

I knew the Slamdance screenplay competition had finally dropped "Brain Brawl" from the running when I got that thin envelope in my mailbox. The thin ones are always rejection letters. And they always start with "Thank you for submitting ... BUT, you're not the superstar we were hoping you'd be. In fact you really suck." Of course the letters put in a much more gentler manner in that form letter, stamped signature kind of way. So "Brain Brawl" made it to the quarterfinals of Slamdance and that's where it stays.

I did however get invited to have dinner with Texas Governor Rick Perry and his wife, who's name escapes me right now. I'm on a panel at the Texas Women's Conference in October. It seems there are about 30ish women panelists. It'll be an interesting evening, for sure. Hopefully good food. That's all I ask for. Yummy cuisine.

My vacation was nice. I adore Mark's family. In a big, big way. They are some of the sweetest, kindest people you'll come across. And his mom can bake like nobody's business. I was reintroduced to my sweet tooth while in South Padres. From chocolate cake with a caramel center, to brownie ice cream with chopped up reeses cups. Some day I should make a short film devoted to my love for peanut butter and chocolate. It's a deep love.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Vacations and Flesh Eating Bacteria

Headed to South Padre for the weekend with the boyfriend and his family. I'm taking my script, the budget and a few other things to work on while I'm there. I'm so busy I could just combust or something. I can't sit still. Even on vacation.

Besides, I refuse to go near the ocean water. There's some sort of flesh eating bacteria in the gulf that's already killed a bunch of people. Just reading some of the articles about people who got infected makes me ill. I'm all about chlorination.

Some fun pictures from when I acted in my friend Ryan's movie, Santa Ana a few weeks ago. Good times.

Santa Ana Shoot

Sean and Kat

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Old Journal Entries

For all of my old journal entries about my films, my life, blah, blah, blah ... go to my Absence of Wings Website. It's in the cicadas portion.

Rhode Island Screenplay Competition Link

Rhode Island International Film Festival Screenplay Competition Release

A week of all weeks

It's been a silly/giddy kind of week. I found out on Monday after coming back from my morning run that I'd gotten first place in the Rhode Island International Film Festival Screenplay Competition. I thought I was about to open another rejection letter. So many had poured in the week before. And then Tuesday morning after my morning run, my friend Duane emailed me to congratulate me on getting into the quarterfinals of the Slamdance Screenplay Competition. AND THEN today I got my first inquiry into the script from a New York based production company. I'm feeling silly stupid happy.

Two and half weeks away from the IFP Market in New York. I can't stop browsing touristy websites about NYC. I friggin' love that place! I'm looking forward to the Pastry Shop on the corner of 11th and 1st, pizza, seeing one of my best friends from college and going thrift store shopping in Williamsburg.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Storie Productions

A toast to my very first blog and my brand new production company ... Storie Productions.

Our very first article.