The Plight of the Screenwriter #1
I spend so much of my time coming up with awesome characters, plots and dialogue for Dina Meyer, and yet she never calls me.
I spend so much of my time coming up with awesome characters, plots and dialogue for Dina Meyer, and yet she never calls me.
Remember when you were a little girl and wanted to be a fairytale princess? Remember how you longed for some handsome prince to sweep in and romance you into idealistic oblivion? I don’t. Remember when My So Called Life aired and Angela’s intense Jordan Catalano crush so paralleled your own angsty high school experience? Yeah….
It’s On! Regina. It’s coming. I know it. Wait… It’s not my show.
I do believe this would be a pretty slick title for something other than this post, but I’m going to use it for this post and then we’ll see what happens. If you were stoned all weekend until the tippy-nippy-end of it, you might have missed Jodie Foster’s public coming out. Everyone else is dissecting…
I was planning to let this year expire before making the declaration that my idea of daily posts was a tragically failed experiment. At this point, though, I think it’s best to go ahead and call it. Kind of like forfeiting in the seventh when you’re down by ten runs. Which, apparently, can’t actually happen….