In the past week, I’ve… hiked to the Hollywood sign and found the DeLorean along the way (and the day before the body parts were discovered along our hiking route), watched the sunset from the Griffith Observatory, taken the requisite Beverly Hills tourist shot, thought my neighbor was dead (could have been instead of just tanning, death by scooter seemed plausible), visited New York (if only via studio backlot), learned my calico cat is too much of a princess to share a litterbox, enjoyed another successful sold-out NewFilmmakers LA screening, caught a wonderful performance by Mayer Hawthorne, and had brunch with a couple of lovely ladies.
Also hesitated writing a short film script that came to mind during our NFMLA screening. It’s guaranteed to bum me out the moment I start fleshing out one of the main characters, hits far too close to home. Aromee, after hearing a quick pitch, told me the idea was “depressing as f—-“. So I’ve avoided starting the first draft by watching marathons of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Chopped, and unpacking my new residence. The idea is still nagging at me. It’s something I need to get out.
It’s supposed to rain the whole weekend. Might be the perfect time to sit back, write, and wonder what happened to the one I’m writing about.
