That’s right everyone. Approximately 48 hours ago during script break I got a brilliant idea that was born from the brief
consideration of ‘Wouldn’t it be great to have a bunch of poems and short stories in one document?’
After some serious cutting and pasting and three hours of life that I’ll never get back… I had about 50,000 words in front of me. Continue reading…
Namaste blog family
Seven hours from now a car will arrive to take me into what feels like unknown territory. The next time we gather live it will be from my beloved Australia. Continue reading…
In a few weeks time, CJ is going to shoot the zombie thrasher short-flick that I wrote the script for back in November. Whoever ends up getting cast as the zombie bikini models might be a bit chilly in the surrounding snowy weather. I am going to make a cameo appearance as Clara, the disgruntle Writer (I’m a method Actress…) Continue reading…
New York City looks like entertainment and sounds like subway trains rattling along at 70 miles per hour. It tastes like sweet potato soju cocktails and smells like
the best food you’ve ever tasted. Continue reading…
New York City tastes like a bag of warm, sweet cashews from a street vendor and sounds like a gaggle of cackling teenage girls trying to carry on loud enough to
attract the attention of the beautiful people surrounding them. Continue reading…
Only in New York City will you make a friend wearing newspapers that will buy you a nipper
of Jack and tell you about the grand scheme of rocking a coat of New York Posts for cash, or shrimp scampi in some incidents. It’s kind of a long story… Continue reading…
I had an epiphany standing outside last night beneath a New England winter sky of diamond stars
watching puffs of chilled breath escape my excited lips chatting with new friends. I’m a tri-state person. Continue reading…
I planned on going to New York City today. Thing is, I’m knee deep in script and don’t really want to leave
the house until it’s finished. Continue reading…
New York City smells like Chinese food,
patchouli incense, the cologne of delivery boys, the roses for sale on each street corner, and Jamaican nannies wafting coconut trails from perfectly woven braids. Continue reading…
I can’t believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk.
I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees.
A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister about how my knee hurt, who compassionately replied, ‘Did you fucken stretch?’ Continue reading…
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