My "Suburban Psycho" script that I optioned last year was just produced today in Los Angeles! I still can't believe it; it feels so surreal. I know it's not a huge Hollywood production, but it's my very first and will be shown on channel KXLA. Perhaps most importantly, I will receive a DVD of the production as well as a check. The check won't be enough to do any damage, but it'll keep me in computer paper for a year. I can't wait to see how the actors interpret my words. After I see it, I'm going to have a screening party with my friends. Not to boast, but this is something I've worked supadupa hard for and I want to share it with those who understand my passion.
Of course, as soon as I found out the awesome news, I emailed the Delafantastika Street Team (they're not really a street team; just my homies). My former editor from Hawaii emailed me back with congratulations and told me that I was "doing Hawaii proud". I have to admit, that got me a little misty.
Another reason this production is so important to me is it fulfills one of my two writing goals for 2008. As a refresher: my two goals were to a) have a stage play or screenplay produced and b) get an agent. No luck on the stage play yet, but hell if I didn't get a production! And you know what? I'm not even going to worry about agents right now. Right now, in this moment, I'm going to allow myself to bask in the knowledge that I'm doing the damned thing.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
flu musings
Have you ever had the kind of diarrhea that just keeps coming so that by the end of the whole thing, you're basically peeing out of your butt? That's where the day finds me. After several hours of shooting brown water from my tuchas, I took the day off so I could rest my weary and very dehydrated body. Of course, my son was sick at the same time I was, so the day wasn't quite as fruitful as I'd hoped. Still, I got some writing done, watched a couple of sitcoms for research and have now retired to the office to prep my submission mailings for tomorrow.
UPS bastards didn't bring my Hollywood Directory. I should stop calling them bastards because I checked my receipt today and got a humbling surprise. As it turns out, your friendly neighborhood cheapskate opted for UPS Ground shipping to shave a whole $2 off the shipping price. So if I don't get my directory before Chinese Democracy hits the record store (or China, for that matter), I've got nobody to blame but me.
My newest story is now on offer in the "Delfantastika Elsewhere" section to the right, just in case you haven't read it yet. The acceptance letters have been slow coming, but I promise to update when necessary.
Did you know that "Mac" means "son of" in Scotland? That's why so many surnames start with Mac there. MacDonald, MacHenry, MacMillan... It's truly amazing what one can learn when one is nearly bedbound and the remote is waaaaaaaaayyyyyy the hell across the room.
UPS bastards didn't bring my Hollywood Directory. I should stop calling them bastards because I checked my receipt today and got a humbling surprise. As it turns out, your friendly neighborhood cheapskate opted for UPS Ground shipping to shave a whole $2 off the shipping price. So if I don't get my directory before Chinese Democracy hits the record store (or China, for that matter), I've got nobody to blame but me.
My newest story is now on offer in the "Delfantastika Elsewhere" section to the right, just in case you haven't read it yet. The acceptance letters have been slow coming, but I promise to update when necessary.
Did you know that "Mac" means "son of" in Scotland? That's why so many surnames start with Mac there. MacDonald, MacHenry, MacMillan... It's truly amazing what one can learn when one is nearly bedbound and the remote is waaaaaaaaayyyyyy the hell across the room.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
what's my DJ's name?
What's my DJ's name? Cut Creator!
It's been a Georgia minute since I've written,so let me fill you in on all the juicy juice. I've been a submitting fool this last week, mailing off no less than three play scripts to three different contests and/or playhouses open to unsolicited submissions. Unsolicited, by the way, means you can just send them your play without going through the query letter dance. The unsolicited submission is my favorite; it bolsters my submission quota.
For those of you who may not know, I am governed by self-imposed submission quotas. I keep monthly stats and try to beat those stats the next year. Last year, I ended February with eight queries. This February, I'm poised to end the month with no less than twelve. That's a coup. Actually, a coup would be to have an agent, but beggars can't be represented.
Speaking of agents, I have ordered my new Hollywood Representation Directory. It should be here any day now (hear that, you UPS bastards?) and I'm a little stoked. I need to see which junior screenplay agents have stepped on the scene and who also worship at the altar of the unsolicited submission. Last week, I called five agencies in Los Angeles. I got four answering machines and one hang up. Yep, you heard me right. I got halfway through the ol' speech when *click*. Guess they're not open to new clients...
This week, I also had an idea for another play. It's called "Easy Listening". I'm about halfway to figuring out what exactly the play is about- usually the characters will let me know as I'm writing the abstract. I'll keep you posted on how all that goes, too.
As for queries/agents/playhouses, I haven't heard anything else. After the double one-two punch from the BBC and the KK Agency (can't say the name), there's nothing screenplay-wise out there. I've allowed myself to focus on playwriting, but now it's time to get back in the game. Time to make some calls, rattle some cages, beat those bushes. As much as I hate it, it's time to get back on the phone.
*click*
It's been a Georgia minute since I've written,so let me fill you in on all the juicy juice. I've been a submitting fool this last week, mailing off no less than three play scripts to three different contests and/or playhouses open to unsolicited submissions. Unsolicited, by the way, means you can just send them your play without going through the query letter dance. The unsolicited submission is my favorite; it bolsters my submission quota.
For those of you who may not know, I am governed by self-imposed submission quotas. I keep monthly stats and try to beat those stats the next year. Last year, I ended February with eight queries. This February, I'm poised to end the month with no less than twelve. That's a coup. Actually, a coup would be to have an agent, but beggars can't be represented.
Speaking of agents, I have ordered my new Hollywood Representation Directory. It should be here any day now (hear that, you UPS bastards?) and I'm a little stoked. I need to see which junior screenplay agents have stepped on the scene and who also worship at the altar of the unsolicited submission. Last week, I called five agencies in Los Angeles. I got four answering machines and one hang up. Yep, you heard me right. I got halfway through the ol' speech when *click*. Guess they're not open to new clients...
This week, I also had an idea for another play. It's called "Easy Listening". I'm about halfway to figuring out what exactly the play is about- usually the characters will let me know as I'm writing the abstract. I'll keep you posted on how all that goes, too.
As for queries/agents/playhouses, I haven't heard anything else. After the double one-two punch from the BBC and the KK Agency (can't say the name), there's nothing screenplay-wise out there. I've allowed myself to focus on playwriting, but now it's time to get back in the game. Time to make some calls, rattle some cages, beat those bushes. As much as I hate it, it's time to get back on the phone.
*click*
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
my inner Limbaugh
I'm beyond sick of fat people! It's their flipping fault that I go into a Target and can't find my size anymore. It's not like the powers-that-be in retail have decided to stop manufacturing size 4s. Quite to the contrary. My size 4 is now a size 0 because we don't want to hurt the feelings of the bigguns. Hurt em, I say! If you're not trying to do anything about your situation, then it's your own damned fault. Stop ruining my shopping experience.
Boo-hoo, the piggies whine! I’m going to wear my medical bracelet that says I have FFS “Fat Fucker Syndrome”. Pay for my diabetes, creaking joints and other self-inflicted ailments with socialized health care. So what if couldn’t push away from the table and now my butt cheeks hang down the back of my thighs like a set of fucking flapjacks?
Boo-hoo, the piggies whine! I’m going to wear my medical bracelet that says I have FFS “Fat Fucker Syndrome”. Pay for my diabetes, creaking joints and other self-inflicted ailments with socialized health care. So what if couldn’t push away from the table and now my butt cheeks hang down the back of my thighs like a set of fucking flapjacks?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
another rejection
Got the rejection I've been waiting for this evening- the big time Hollywood agent that decided that my romantic comedy wasn't nearly as romantic or comedic as I originally thought. All this rejection is why I need my surgery. I have no talent, no prospects, no nothing. You're looking at a person who is not particularly smart or funny or witty or good at much at all. In fact, the only thing I'm halfway decent at is looking good. So, if I'm going to look good, then why not go full throttle? If I have to face myself in every morning, I can take seeing a failure, but not a fat failure.
lose weight, gain confidence
The consult went great, thanks for asking. The procedure will take less than an hour, I'll be put to "twilight sleep" and be back on my feet in a couple of days. My husband threw our bathroom scale in the trash last night while I slept. It's taking every fiber of my being not to run down to the dumpster and dig that little beastie out. It was flawed and it mocked me, but it was mine. Goodbye *sniff sniff* old friend.
Tonight we're taking my ungrateful son to see Linkin Park. It was a Christmas present that he has since proven himself unworthy of. Wow, ending sentences in prepositions. Literacy, thou art missed!
Usually, this blog would contain a lot more, but I'm going to sign off in the interest of getting some honest-to-mergetroid writing done. Originally, I'd planned to complete episode four of DT this weekend, but this didn't happen, so I've gotta go back and try again. And that's what it's all about in the end, right? Getting back on that horse and trying again. Of course, it'll be so much easier to get on that horse being a couple pounds lighter, too, eh? Ka-chow!
Tonight we're taking my ungrateful son to see Linkin Park. It was a Christmas present that he has since proven himself unworthy of. Wow, ending sentences in prepositions. Literacy, thou art missed!
Usually, this blog would contain a lot more, but I'm going to sign off in the interest of getting some honest-to-mergetroid writing done. Originally, I'd planned to complete episode four of DT this weekend, but this didn't happen, so I've gotta go back and try again. And that's what it's all about in the end, right? Getting back on that horse and trying again. Of course, it'll be so much easier to get on that horse being a couple pounds lighter, too, eh? Ka-chow!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Lake- Big Lake
Hertzliche Geburtstag, Molly Ringwald! Today is America's favorite teenager's birthday. I don't care that she's about eighty-five years old, to me she will forever be the girl who pined over Jake Ryan and who brought sushi to detention.
Today's a short blog, as I am positively teeming with creativity this morning. I did want to tell you that the legion of haters against Delafantastika has grown. It seems that nobody wants me to get this surgery. All together now: FUCK EM. My neighbor weighed in on the issue yesterday. People get so used to you being a certain way, that when you make moves to change, all hell breaks loose. That's their problem, not mine.
Today's a short blog, as I am positively teeming with creativity this morning. I did want to tell you that the legion of haters against Delafantastika has grown. It seems that nobody wants me to get this surgery. All together now: FUCK EM. My neighbor weighed in on the issue yesterday. People get so used to you being a certain way, that when you make moves to change, all hell breaks loose. That's their problem, not mine.
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