jude

Hello, 2007



Well, we didn't make it into Sundance. Word has it that GIRLFRIEND was among the last 120 finalists, and one of the programmers really went to bat for us, which is gratifying. And honestly, even with winning the no-prize and all, its better than I had hoped for, expecially considering it was the temp sound mix we screened with at the DGA.

Now, after much sweat and blood, the surround mix is final and sounds fantastic. We're pressing copies and sending them out to festivals - Seattle, LA Film Fest, Silverlake and Tribeca are next, I believe.

Finishing GRAVITY is next on the hit parade, and this week I am taking a run at a first draft for the next feature script. We'll see how that goes.


Paul Schrader says he started out writing TAXI DRIVER about a man who was doomed by loneliness, and as he went along, he found out he was writing about something far more interesting: a man who continually doomed HIMSELF to loneliness. Always oscillating between polar impulses - puritanism and porn, saying "I gotta get healthy" while pouring peach brandy on his corn flakes - Travis' actions pretty much guarantee he'll continue hating himself until his alienation reaches its bloody apotheosis.

Cool beans.

Anyway I'm beginning to think - hoping, really - that something similar is happening with my script. As this character becomes more solid in my mind I'm discovering she's on the merry go round because if she gets off, she has to deal with life - and that's much more scary.

Anyway. I don't know if I'm making sense anymore but its good to be writing again. I've missed it. A lot. And I plan to be doing a lot more of it in the coming year.

I suppose this is the part where I insert something reflective about how far I've come in the last year, and say something hopeful about the future, isn't it? I feel like I should but there isn't any fucking time to reflect. I hope that's a good thing!

Happy New Year everybody.
jude

West Side Story

Lori: it's so sad, janet, these days i fall for anyone with good manners
some random dood held a door open for me the other day and i
practically proposed on the spot

me: I know, somebody held a door for me at the starbucks on Robertson
I felt like saying
you're not from around here are you?

Lori: hahaha
isn't that sad? i mean, you remember it was the starbucks on robertson.

me: well that was what struck me about it
nobody does that in beverly hills
especially not for someone who is CLEARLY an over the hill assistant

Lori: i know!
if anyone opened a door for me on robertson, i'd be very suspicious
me: and?
he SMILED

Lori: oh my god!
did you get his number?

me: maybe I should have
but I thought he might be crazy
and maybe homeless

Lori: hahahaa
hahahha
sigh

me: I mean seriously, who has time?
jude

I'm alive

A few people have poked me over the last couple of weeks to see if I was still "internet-alive" (thank you Jill :D). I have been internet-comatose and probably will continue to be for the foreseeable future, as I've just started a job at a film finance company and its keeping me busy. I know, I know, the dayjob is supposed to ENABLE the time-wasting on the internets, isn't it? Maybe one day I will get on top of it enough to come back and write something about my life but right now I'm actually learning a few things so I think I better pay attention.

My plunge into the world of assistantship has been quite entertaining though, and if I wasn't afraid of never working in this town again I'd regale you with stories of crazed executives throwing ice cubes, dogs with skin diseases and people in Beverly Hills who can't drive. But you can probably piece it all together from that anyway.

In other news, for the two or three of you who read fantasy novels, the first book I adapted for Tokyopop last year, "Duan Surk: The Witches Forest" is apparently in stores now, and got an A+ from Fantasy Novel Review. Yay!

And, we're biting our nails waiting to hear on Sundance for "GUITAR PLAYERS GIRLFRIEND." I think the notification is the first week of December. So expect me to come back and bounce around and/or cry and eat ice cream sometime around then.

In the meantime I might just roll around and mumble in my sleep occaisonally. And snore.

later dudes --

xxxo - J