Today feels like a happy Friday! This was a pretty good week. I wrote almost every day and am now halfway through the 3rd act of my screenplay! Basically, the end is in sight and I am thrilled about it, not to mention this draft (#13) feels like the real deal. I mean, it will definitely continue to be revised probably until it's completely shot but I feel good about the groundwork. I realized something
Spring is here and it's the best! Though it's cloudy today it has been so nice out and the weather forecast for next week looks lovely. I always want to pretend I'm not affected by seasonal depression but it's crazy how much the warmer temperatures and longer sunlight do affect my mood positively. Don't get me wrong, I love all the weather (and was maybe a storm chaser in a past life...) but nothing like
OMG it's Friday (again) already! It is my 10th week in a row doing this blog and it's the first time that it has felt like work. It was a really intense week on this job (long hours that were both mentally and physically challenging) and all I want to do today is chill. That being said I woke up to the reminder that I had almost 200 unread emails in my inbox and a
Gotta keep this one short, because I'm on a deadline! You know what they say, "when it rains, it pours," which is exactly what I was hoping for, job-wise. HURRAY! This has been a good week! I have managed to make some progress on the current draft of my screenplay, as well as do some paid work (and booked another job for all of next week!). It's going to be a bit of a crazy
Running late today because I had a (kind of intense) job all week (yay for jobs!). To be honest I have been too busy this week to really think about anything other than the job I was on but this post will scratch the surface of something that has managed to come up despite the lack of brain space. Do you all ever get stressed about the work/life balance? I think it's something particularly hard
This week started off really rough. BEFORE // 3.16.17 Sometimes I think I'm not meant to be alive. I'm not a functioning member of society. Sometimes I have trouble functioning. I can't force my lazy self to do things I don't want, to do, anything. I wrote this poem in the midst of a "small" mental breakdown. I was getting lost in my mind spiral again, having trouble getting my priorities straight. Something needed to
Oh my goodness, it's Friday again. I'm going to start this one off with something positive (because sometimes I need a reminder). This week I had the opportunity to meet with multiple people to gather their wisdom about making their first features and now my plan has legitimately started to form. Like, I know the first steps that I need to do to really start getting this off the ground and that is freaking exciting!
Happy Friday! Usually Fridays don't feel any different for me than any other day (because, you know, freelance...) but today feels like a bonafide Friday! This week has been particularly overwhelming. I had some (very) low paid freelance work that is very tedious and takes more time than it is really worth and I just kept getting in my head about how it was such a waste of time. Obviously, some work is better than
Hello! Thanks for coming! I'm going to break my usual format and start with the poem this time... GUILTY // 2.28.17 I can’t figure out how to make it work. How to work and have work not feel like what it is. Spoiled maybe. Privileged, definitely. Broke as fuck, anyway. Fact: Life is too short but continuing without “almighty paper” is impossible without giving up everything. Stupid child. Cry baby, disgusting. Slap her to shut
WELL, HELLO, BIG DOLLOP (if you get that reference and we're not already best friends WHAT ARE WE DOING???) So, here I am, back in NYC, fresh off of my trip to LA, which was both glorious and anxiety inducing (not sure about you, but as much as I love to travel, the act of traveling stresses me out). Throughout my trip I was confronted with the constant question that a lot of filmmakers also face...