Howgh, hasi. Hello, darling. Wassup, boobie. How you hangin', kitten. What's your word, birdie.
I am well. Bridget has gone neglected, but I've still been typing lots. Mostly my mind has been on fellowships and, although I'm very broke, I have still felt fulfilled because I have more time to write.
The magazine Bitch has Media Fellowships, and I submitted an application for that. There are four categories applicants can choose from. I picked reproductive rights & justice. If you are interested, then here is the link to that webpage, and their deadline looms large on Sunday, 1 November 2015.
My app to Bitch was earnest. I briefly proposed exploring beds as pieces of furniture that are art objects - expanding upon Tracey Emin's installation. But in the bulk of my app, I pushed for analytical pieces that would motivate women to transform the national government, which is 80 percent male and 80 percent white, so that it becomes more diversified. I cited newspaper articles and books. The left hemisphere of my brain was tired when I submitted and climbed down from that soapbox. It was refreshing to move onto an application exclusively employing the right hemisphere of my brain.
|Tracey Emin is an English artist. This is her installation titled My Bed.|
The next app was for a script that I wrote last spring. I mentioned it in an old blog. It's a strong piece but, not identifying as a producer or director, I haven't known what to do with my adaptation. (It isn't an original work.) UNTIL I submitted the script to the Drishyam-Sundance Screenwriters Lab.
I have to say I really enjoyed completing this application! I really really love the story I've adapted for my script. I love the characters in the way one loves close relatives. It excites every fiber in me to daydream about working on this story with other writers, who may be able to help me make it even better. PLUS, for the application, I had to do something that I've never done before in my life - which is post a Youtube video! During this applying process, I learned that skill: I learned how to manage videos on Youtube, and I really like learning new technical things, and I really like Youtube. So during this entire application process, I just had a ball. It was so much fun. (big smile) The Lab emailed a confirmation that let me know they will send their decision before or on 20 January 2016.
Here's the vid I sent to the Lab. I know it could be the weakest link in my application but (shrug and slight cringe) I sent it anyway. When I respect a writer-director, like Lawrence Kasdan and Miranda July, I watch their works again and again and again. I hope this respect and tutelage came through.
Lots of joy living as an artist, but I'm shit broke. It's more serious than I'm making it seem. Last night I was with two of my fave humans - Notorious P.A.M. and the Sloane Ranger - and I just quickly mentioned that my life is about to crumble around me. Notorious P.A.M. understood: "You mean like your writing is your heroin." Right, just like that! No but really, in all seriousness, just like that... I could end up homeless with a stench, living in a box, but my desktop would be on stacked up books mascarading as a desk and plugged into the side of a building. I'm applying for jobs, but nothing is coming thru. As I'm no longer willing to whore my soul out to exploitative employers who have me work my ass off for slave wages, I'm not applying to crap jobs where I'd be unhappy at work. I would like an employer who wants me; who utilizes my skills; and who is a pleasant person.
Nov rent is taken care of, and I am grateful for that. However, if I cannot come up with Dec rent, then I have begun to prepare myself: I might need to say goodbye to my lovely landlord, notifying him I gotta leave my cozy amazing home. It'd be another home lost. But I don't want to get sad yet. I'm still applying for jobs! (big smile)
I heart you almost as much as I heart Jeff Goldblum. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being YOU.