I’m still here. Still writing. Still submitting.
I havent had a white guy check in in a while.
I recently submitted Eyes to the NY theater winterfest. They posted they were looking for submissions on a rotational basis (rolling, i assume) but they never once mentioned it was for a winter festival on their site or their post looking for plays. But the info catching for it was long and more complicated than even the Juilliard application was. Weird. But they responded back right away saying they got it and would be in touch in a few days? Speedy.
I did not get into the WGF online zoom fellowship short program for tv writer hopefuls. So that sucks. But they will open the second class in a few months and I’ll try again.
I looked into The New Theatre in Dublin for their playwright camp in December. I’d have to add 10 pages to Eyes in order to even qualify. And I’d have to do it in 12 days. I might still try. But I think adding ten pages might ruin it. And it took two years just to get it where it is now, and I’m happy with it at this length. It’d take more than 12 days to edit, add, edit that, make it fit, edit more, add more, take away, erase, question my work and sanity, edit more, struggle, cry, keep editing and counting the hours down and the finally submitting whatever mishmash I have on the page an hour before the deadline.
For some reason I am thinking about something shitty a lot. I had a friend, someone I thought was a close, good, trusted friend. She was jealous that I did a big makeup project without her (because my first big documentary style one was with her) and so when the video short was finally released online (thanks to my pal Kristi Ball for filming and editing it all so perfectly) well, Taryn sent her minions to my social media page to tear it down. Her childish friends were making fun of my models, making fun of my techniques, saying it was crudely done and disgusting. She sat and let it all happen. I deleted probably 15 comments without responding but they kept coming. I asked her to ask them to stop since we weren’t even friends and they didn’t even follow my page and all Taryn said was that she “can’t control what her friends do” and it’s like… yeah you can. I know you enough to know that you only associate yourself with sycophants and people to copy from and that’s when I started pulling away from her. She later said it was because I was jealous of her. No, asshole, it’s because you’re poisonous and multi-faceted. Anyhow, that type of hyper-negativity has been mostly gone from my life for a few years and that’s nice. So I don’t know why it’s been on the forefront of my mind for a week. Probably just because it wasn’t fair to me at all and now things are unfair for women all over again so minor injustices and perceived slights are popping back up. Fuck SCOTUS.
I should be working on my sitcom. I have 18 pages of scenes written that don’t have an episodic home yet. If I string them all together as they are now it would make absolutely no sense but it would still be hilarious. Like a blooper reel. Maybe I should think about saving a blooper reel if Ryan and I ever shoot it.
I should also be thinking about how I can add TEN PAGES to an already finished script. Because I want Dublin. I want to write a show like Frank of Ireland with Domhnall Gleeson and getting my foot in the door to the Irish Arts Counsil and writing worlds is a good step to getting to Merman. Manifesting! Manifesting!
ten fucking pages, though. God, can changing the stage directions from a 3 point to a 3.5 point add ten pages? I only did 3 point because I thought it looked better, but I think 3.5 is standard anyhow? Fuck.