Updates or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Good morning, ladies and gents and other non-gender conforming individuals. Or you could be reading this at a time which is not morning, which is fine, but it's morning for me. So, good morning.

It's Back to the Future day, which for some reason people are losing their minds over. Wonder why. 

Politically Correct will be screening at two festivals this weekend! Exciting!!! It'll be at the Citizen Jane Film Festival AND the Yonkers Film Festival. So, if you're in Missouri or New York, you have the opportunity to see my six minute movie about whiny writers. Honestly, I mean, who wouldn't shell out $50 on festival passes to see that?  We also got into a festival an LGBT festival in Serbia, which is nuts. If I were you, I'd get on planning your international trip for another riveting six minutes of this movie. There are some other things in the works related to PC and to other projects, but I'll keep my mouth shut until things are official.

On a personal level, SUPER BUMMED about not being able to see Kevin Smith's live show this weekend in Kansas City. It's a twenty-one and over show, which they will inevitably card for (understandably so). Anyone who knows me knows Chasing Amy is the reason I got into writing and filmmaking in the first place. They also know I'm a month away from turning twenty-one. I can't imagine this is the last time he'll be back in KC, but again, a bit of a bummer. They say don't meet your heroes, but I'm going to ignore that and try to meet him anyway at SOME POINT just to thank him for creating a stellar film. 

You know, that's the weird thing about being a "fan" of someone. There's automatically this weird rapport established and I don't really like it. I don't like the idea of just admiring someone from afar. It feels creepy. Any time I make a comment I think is hilarious on an actor or filmmaker's picture I'd like to work with some day, I feel like a weirdo (I also think it speaks to the fact that I need the laugh, but that's another topic for another day). Isn't it just weird that we have this culture of putting normal people up on a pedestal because they're involved in media? It's fucking weird.

Thinking about it makes me want to not follow anyone who I don't know in person, but I'm addicted to trying to predict what happens on the next season of Girls via Instagram posts from the cast and crew. For the record: I am never right. They do this amazing thing where they release a sizzle, I try to predict how the season will play out, and it's always so much more horrible [for the characters] than I thought it would be. It drives me crazy, but I wouldn't like it so much if it was predictable. 

Also - NYC was fantastic. Saw the HBO building and swooned a little. What a great network. (Employ me, please.)

Okay, back to work things:

One last thing! I'm looking for writers of color. I can't say a whole lot, but I'm putting together a new project that requires a writer's room. We're looking for diverse voices to ensure we're making the best damn thing possible. If you belong to any other marginalized group and think you could bring something to the table, I'm interested in reading your work as well. It'll be based out of Lawrence, KS, so if you're in Lithuania and somehow stumbled onto my blog, AND you're interested, I can't pay your commute fees. Send specs and samples to proamatuerproductions@gmail.com

Until next time, folks.

(That's gender neutral and non-specific enough, right?)