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wow. i haven't been over this way in a long time. i got so used to 140 character limits that it seemed like a russian novel attempting to write here. i miss writing. i miss sitting down and crafting an idea then trying to form the words to get the rest of the world to understand. i've pulled out a few scripts that i wrote about 4 years ago. they are short scripts that seemed like great ideas at the time. now i just pick out a line or two and see if i can re-build around that. my hope is to write and direct and produce a short film before the end of the year. if i can't make it my living then i'll make it my hobby. i miss la. not all the time but sometimes when i want to 'talk shop.' but i love seattle and i've found that i'm much more creative outside of la then in la. now i'm just babbling. maybe there's a good reason for the 140 character limit.

Call for Something Funny. Or not.

Got some words floatin' around that need a place to go and tell a story? Will it be in script form, preferably under 20 pages? I'm looking for a short script to make my first short film. Now don't let that word first scare you off. I've been working in many different aspects of film for quite a few years and now I'm planning my first project. But before those cameras can roll, I need a good script. Oh, and it has to be funny. Or not.

If you're interested, send me an email at absolutefilm [at] gmail [dot] com.

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I'm so used to one-liners on twitter and facebook that I can't seem to write more than one line here.

blog vs fb

I'm not blogging because Facebook won. It appealed to my short attention span and my inherited ADHD. Oh look, a shiny new thing! Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, not blogging because I've given into Facebook. It appealed to my short attention span and my inherited ADHD. Oh look, a shiny new thing! Wait, where was I? Oops...time to go to work. Did I mention I haven't been blogging much anymore because of Facebook?

snip cut style

Sunday night I spent the last hour sobbing (uncontrollably, of course) about life and career and how I fit into this world. Fears rushed up in me and grabbed my heart and I couldn't breathe, except for those gasps that make you feel like you'll never breathe again. Every so often I have those moments and they're gone before they even start. When its over, I realize how much I needed that gut-wrenching (ouch!) sob to get me through to the stuff that's real so I can begin to deal with whatever issue brought me to that point in the first place. I feel exhausted but rejuvenated. Drained, but energized. Defeated but driven. Its all for a good cause in the end - sustaining my sanity. It's a good thing (said with my best Martha Stewart voice).

These "breakdowns" are like getting a new haircut. I go to the hairdresser with the unwashed hair (hey, they're going to do it there anyway), a cut that hasn't grown out very well, pulled up in a ponytail for the last two months, and bangs too long I can't see. Then I sit in that chair and Adam (my hair savior) snips and cuts and combs the locks and at the end, I look like a new woman. And it's that new woman that feels rejuvenated, driven, and energized to try something new that day. Am I right, ladies? That's how I felt last night: getting it all out and saying the things that I was too afraid to admit, snipping and cutting away at the emotions too long ignored.

Now it's Monday and it's all clear as mud.