Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Friday, November 30, 2007

I am so many people...

New Yorker.  - just spent my last night in my NYC pad for the next 2 years. (I miss it already.)



Aunt. - just created a play in one hour with my nieces and nephew which we performed 1.5 times in one night. (It was a hit.)



Writer. - just checked-in with my lead actress/producer after the 1st day of shooting in NYC on my latest script. (All went well.)



Daughter. - just shopped for provisions for my parents in the wake of an orthpaedic mishap. (Everyone will be OK.)



Peace Child. - just arrived at the 25th Anniversary Reunion of Peace Child (it's my 20th anniversary) and hung out with many old and far-away friends, like Ella & her daughter Dasha (pictured below) all the way from Moscow. Last time I saw Ella was in Baltimore in 1988, clutching my white graduation dress, in which she went on to get married. (Many more emotional reunions to come tomorrow...)



Dasha V., Ella V., Dasha S.



Just to name a few...





How many more people will I be tomorrow?

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Unlucky Strike

I proudly joined the WGA at the end of August. Just in time for them to strike. Lucky me. (Can't even break into the biz as a scab *%#!...) And now, "Heroes of the Writers Strike":



Monday, October 15, 2007

caution: emotions in mirror are closer than they appear.

Todd (aka Ida Dunham) + Sweetie


[2 of my favorite redheads... Ida Dunham (aka Todd Sherry) + my Sweetie]



It was fabulous and hysterical and touching all at once...



My sweetie interns for the incredible gentlemen (Patrick Rush Casting) who put the amazing
"Best in Drag Show" shindig together, and it was an honor to be there
supporting their hard work. And as the crack sportswriter Kaki Flynn
puts it: since we "were four lesbians in a sea of thousands of gay men"
it was even more of a hoot, especially watching the celebrity judges
out-$-pledge Kathy Griffin to annoy her in the best way possible.



Sitting in the audience of the AID for AIDS benefit last night, tossing wadded-up dollar bills at drag queens and tearing up as check dedications like "In loving memory of my twin brother David" were read aloud from the stage, I realized that I hadn't attended an AIDS fund-raiser in person in years. If I'd written a dedication, there would be too many names to fit on the check. These events are always entertaining and always fun, and always tend to rip my heart out in the end.



My 20's are hitting me like a Mack truck lately; My salad days back in NYC, writing coming out plays off-off-Broadway, attending lesbian avenger kiss-in's, volunteering at GMHC, writing for Total New York, caring for my contemporaries with HIV and AIDS, discovering the City and myself and the outer boundaries of human suffering, cruelty and kindness. That was when I went to several AIDS benefits a week.



Guns have trigger locks; shouldn't memories? Some warning, at least - caution: emotions in mirror are closer than they appear.



Driving home from the benefit last night I realized how much I needed the literal change of perspective to L.A.. I had to break out of my comfort zone back East and scramble my point of view. It's a shame that it took all this heartache and money and frequent flier miles to figure it out. Can't wait to write NOW.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Alumni

Outfest 2006 Screenwriting Lab fellows (-LM)
Outfest 2006 Screenwriting Lab Fellows (minus Luther Mace) reunited.
(Seb, Dasha, Sam & Isaac)



In the past 2 weeks I've received invites to my 15th college reunion, 20th high school reunion and Peace Child 25th reunion. That means I've lived a lot, to be tapped for so many great adventures' legacies. But a shorter, sweeter reunion happened yesterday: 1 year ago 5 writers/filmmakers gathered at the Chateau Marmont with 5 mentors and a gaggle of talented and wisened folks to make our scripts better. 4 of the 5 fellows showed up to a public reading of one of those scripts, and a chat & chew following. I'm proud to be an alumni of all.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Virtual Guilt

For the 10th time in about two weeks someone who I've never met has tried to guilt me into some action. Tonight it was a follow-up on a friend request on myspace. I happen to be obscenely busy at the moment, and this person, who I'm sure is a wonderful human being and worthy of friends/rewards/success in her life and whom I have never had face-to-face or even online contact before, sent me a message basically trying to guilt me into adding her as a friend. Now, that generally makes me want to deny the request, but I replied honestly with my jam-packed life details and said I'd reconsider. Here I am reconsidering; I feel guilty enough that I don't get to spend enough time with my girlfriend and family and real-world friends, let alone with myself, so online guilt trips from strangers just don't rank in comparison. Sorry. Call me a virtual bitch, but that's how my loyalties shake out at the moment. If I'd been asked for advice, I probably would have carved out the time to reply from my precious limited supply. But for a rebuke? Forget it.



On a brighter note, the things I'm busy with are writing jobs. And I think I've figured out how to be in the same place at the same time as my sweetie, and even some of my family. ;-) L.A. is looking up, now that it's not burning a mile away from my apartment.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Bawlmer Boobs




 



It's nice to get a little blurb in the hometown paper:

http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/movies/bal-to.twohands26jan26,0,5445580.story?coll=bal-artslife-movies



I've now worked on 2 films (The Diversion & Two Hands) in my birthplace, Baltimore, MD, and I'd like nothing more than to shoot my latest feature script "To Do:" there. It's Bawlmer to the core, hon. Set in Roland Park (Anne Tyler country), @ Friends School (my alma mater), Johns Hopkins (my father's long-time workplace), Harbor Place (which was inaugurated on my 10th birthday), O'Brycki's (bang-bang crabs of choice), The Lacrosse Hall of Fame (Ravens, who?), the Visionary Arts Museum (overlooking the Inner/Outer Harbor with inspiration from within), and a whole host of Baltimorons (my favorite geographical designation), complete with a custom-created role for Charm City native John Astin.



Odd/ironic that I had to move all the way across the country to try and get this film made. Folks at the OutFest Screenwriters Lab this summer convinced me that L.A. was the place to be to get this project off the ground, so here I am. Now all I need is $1 million to get everything/everyone else in place. The trick? Funding a romantic dramedy staring relative unknowns. Oh, and the lead character's dying of breast cancer. And they're lesbians. Piece of cake, right?



I guess I have Baltimore and breasts on the brain today. First the Sun article, then my very first mammogram. I count it as good preventive medicine and great research for the script. Nothing says commitment to my writing like having my boobs smashed in between 2 panes of glass. Definitely suffering for my art, here...




ouch!

Thursday, December 7, 2006

Attention Must Be Paid

Either I'm paid little to no attention or am the subject of unwanted attention here in L.A.



I went to see a brilliant writer friend perform at Wordamara the other night. It was a spoken-word evening filled with witty, poignant, talented writers and performers. There were a few familiar folks in the audience, and we exchanged pleasantries, but I was struck at how invisible I was to the new people to whom I was introduced. Sure, they didn't know me, but to be literally sitting in between my friend and the "new" people and be talked over - completely and utterly ignored (remember, I have nothing to contribute in terms of job opportunities, gossip or sex as far as they know). They were actually leaning on me to get closer to each other, bitching about whatever literary goings-on needed to be bitched about, as if I was bar stool. No eye contact, no acknowledgment that I was human, or even present, despite the recent introduction. Only the bartender noticed me and my wedged-in status, pouring multitudinous refills of Coke (G-d bless him...). I'm not asking for an instant fawning entourage, but common courtesy might be a little nice. At least don't treat me like furniture, and uncomfortable furniture, at that. As for the show, well, it was quite long and entertaining.



On my way to the launch party for OutFest's 25th Anniversary year at the Egyptian, I got way too much attention from the LASD. That's right; I got pulled over by the cops. Slightly disoriented by the traffic, Xmas lights and the insistent voice on my TomTom One to "Turn Left NOW," I made a left turn on Hollywood Blvd. right in front of an oncoming Sheriff's car. Now, the turn was perfectly legal, just a little close for his comfort. He followed my turn, lights flashing, siren yelping. Oh shit. I pulled to the side of the road, rolled down my window and felt like I was in the middle of a really bad episode of LAPD Blue (if it existed). I handed over my NY Driver's license and confessed that I had been lost, was just following my portable GPS, and was a dumb newly transplanted New Yorker. I like to think that my winning smile, accompanied by my pathetic rendition of the truth (my car's so new it doesn't even have license plates yet), and the fact that I didn't actually do anything illegal, led this imposing man to let me off with a warning.
"You won't do anything this stupid ever again, now will you, M'am?"
"No, sir."



As penance, I paid way too much for parking behind the theater.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Mainstream-land and Queer-country


Angela Robinson, Photo from AfterEllen.com

Props to Sarah Warn and the folks over at AfterEllen.com for giving lesbian-pop-culture-filmmaker Angela Robinson a monthly column. For her inaugural column, Angela describes sitting on Frameline's Persistent Vision panel “Where's Our Dykeback Mountain?"(I SOOO wanted to attend PV this summer, but spent my West Coast excursion at the OutFest Screenwriters Lab instead.) Lucky for us all, Frameline has posted MP3's of the panels online. My baby, the NewFest Filmmakers Forum doesn't have the cash to record our annual entertaining and informative panels. But I digress...)

Angela basically says crossover of lesbian films would be great, but they're unlikely and unneccessary, 'cause we can just make targeted media for the lesbian audience and deliver directly to them. I heartily agree, as I sit here writing mainstream (read: not queer) spec scripts while simultaneously doing a rewrite of "To Do:" (read: lesbianic).

Does this sentiment sound familiar? A little history lesson, here, folks: Dyke TV, broadcasting on public access cable since 1993. Their mission: "To arm the global queer community with the tools to produce media to incite political change, subvert mainstream hetero-normativity, provoke action, and to organize a counter mainstream media movement." In other words, make our own damn TV about us, for us. After taking a final cut pro class there taught by Erin Greenwell (who is all about "make it yourself - I'll show you how!"), I made a movie myself aiming for the lesbian bullseye that hit its mark. At film festival screening's Q&A's I always say "If you don't see yourself reflected onscreen, then get off your tushy and make it!"

Of course, it's really hard to make a living doing what you love, especially if it's all queer, all the time. I know a few lucky souls who are pulling it off, but the rest of us are scraping by via other means or creating the LGBT media reality out of thin air for ourselves (Mike Wilke of Commercial Closet, Sarah Warn of AfterEllen, Ellen Huang of Queer Lounge, Lisa Codikow of Power-Up, Jen Howd & John Baez of Punkmouse). Some seem to have made it big in gay gay gay tv & film, like Julie Goldman in Logo's upcoming sketch comedy series "The Big Gay Show," and several LGBT film festival hits; But it's not exactly adding up to a luxury lifestyle. (I think Julie should be heralded as the new queen of comedy with her own show and millions of bucks, and I should write that show with her and have equal compensation.)

Angela's and Erin's and my insistence that we don't need "the Man" to make media by, for and about our own community is true, optimistic and totally impractical, but not impossible. What did Angela make after the feature-length "D.E.B.S." (for Sony, no less)? "Herbie: Fully Loaded" (for Disney). She IS the crossover, not her work. Angela Robinson works on "The L Word" AND makes mainstream movies AND makes a decent living to boot. She proves that you can exist in the whole entertainment world, without segregating yourself to one or the other. Some folks live in a gay ghetto and prefer it that way. I live in both mainstream-land and queer-country, and hope to work in both without having to get a visa or surrender my passport to either side. Oh, and make a living at it, too.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Imagination

"Imagination is only a posh word for guesswork."
- David Hare

stuff happens
photo from The Public Theater

This gem was uttered by the playwright after the free reading of his play "Stuff Happens" in Central Park earlier this month. Curious audience members wanted to know how he filled in the behind-closed-doors-blanks of the historical record of the road to war in Iraq that the play chronicles. He prefaced his answer by listing all the research that went into the crafting of "Stuff Happens," and then said that he just used his imagination. An appalling answer to some, and a delightful response to me.

Unlike recent topical works (Guantánamo: Honor Bound to Defend Freedom, The Exonerated) which are more documentary than drama, this play takes dramatic license unabashedly to new heights. What did Colin Powell really say to President Bush before testifying in front of the U.N. about evidence of weapons of mass destruction? Was it as juicy as David Hare has imagined for our theatrical pleasure? I don't care about the reality of it - I care that one of the world's top playwrights took a creative leap for my entertainment. Art can be more truthful than journalism, because it reveals emotional truths. And theatre and film illuminate such truths better than any other medium.

svu
photo from NBC

As I sit here imagining terrible crimes with ingenious plot twists for my Law & Order: SVU spec script, I'm thankful that my "crimes" are just made up, and horrified that I can dream up such inhumane scenarios. I know that people actually commit far worse acts upon their fellow man, and my scribblings are just posh guesswork of the most grisly kind.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Hearts and minds


mentors & fellows: Luther, David, C. Jay, Barry, Anne, Sam, Seb, Guin, Dasha, Isaac

I can't begin to describe how amazing the lab has been. At least not in the short time and space I have at the moment. Suffice it to say, it rocked. More later. Promise.

;-)

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Mentor heroes

Dasha lounges by the pool at Chateau Marmont

This is the life... Talking writing with brilliant, funny, working screenwriters - my mentor heroes - then getting advice from industry powerhouses, all in such an idyllic setting. I want to do this forever; Even when it's not this glamorous. I'm getting a glimpse into the world of possibilities, not just for my script, but for myself. This lab is permission to follow my passion. I didn't realize that's what I needed. The living examples of our mentors enables me to give myself permission to write; To really pursue writing. I want to be my own mentor hero.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Down to business..

Dasha, Isaac, Luther, Sam, Seb
The 2006 OutFest Screenwriters Lab Felllows at the Chateau Marmont Hotel.

Dasha Snyder, TO DO:
Isaac Webster, AMOS AND LOWELL
Luther M. Mace, ON THE LOW
Samuel Park, SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS
Sebastien Gauthier, FUCKING PRESTON

We got down to business this morning; 5 mentors, 5 lab fellows, festival staff, special guests - all in an historic luxe bungalow (Yes, it is the Belushi Bungalow...) in the heart of Hollywood - all working towards the same goal of making good scripts great and screenwriters better. I wanted the sessions to go on for hours more. Can't wait for tomorrow morning...

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Fly by


Michelle Wolff & Jen Katz at the Butterfly Conservatory - Can you tell there's a Moth/Butterfly motif in the script?

"To Do:"'s collaborators cheer on the NY Liberty

How amazing it is to watch these two people who've been colaborating with me long-distance, finally meet face to face! I must admit, I've been incredibly nervous about this cinematic match I made in my head nearly a year ago. We connect so well over email and phone and now we know it all works well in person, too. It's not amazing enough that we made a great script together - we're going to make a great film together, too. Michelle from LA, Jen from Brooklyn and me from the UWS heading down to Baltimore to shoot "To Do:" will round out the dream-turned-reality filmmaking for me. Now we just need to raise $1 million bucks...

Friday, June 16, 2006

Bright Lights


Michelle Wolff lights it up at Henrietta's

See why I cast Michelle in "To Do:"? She just glows... We hit the town last night to hang and celebrate getting into the OutFest Screenwriters Lab! Yes, I'm making it official, since OutFest doesn't seem to be in any great rush to announce the lab fellows.



More big news: The Lesbian Overtones, of which I am Tasha Tone, will be performing one of our very last gigs together at the Miss LEZ Pageant at the Knitting Factory this weekend. So, GO BUY YOUR TICKETS NOW! Many shenanigans and beers will be had by all...

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

validation

I'm not announcing which screenwriting competition/lab I got into, because it's not public knowledge yet (press releases and such), but I just have to scream YIPPEEEEEEEE! Much as I'd like to say that what other people think of my work doesn't matter, it's the work that counts - that's a load of crap (in a way). The work I do is for exhibition, so OF COURSE it matters what other people think, so I can get it out there and seen in the world. I could write scripts from now until I croak for my own pleasure, but what I'd croak from is knowing that no one else got to see/hear/act/direct/produce/screen them. They're scripts; they're meant to be made with other people, then shown to more other people. So, with any luck (and a ton of hard work), that's the path this script will take. Fingers crossed...

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Snow in April

Need I say more? Short sleeves a few days ago, and now long johns. No wonder today was weird as hell at the office. Computers fighting back, resisting my benevolent upgrades, refusing RAM and CD's, spitting out software. As I wrestled with an indigent iMac, I couldn't help but long for uninterupted solitude to write new scripts, like the way the city gets after a fresh snowfall - quiet, padded with flakes and reflection, even in April.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Reprieve

Not dead yet.

Set for execution by AFI, we got the call from OutFest before midnight. So, we died one LA death in order to pick up a shot at a second West Coast life. Now "To Do:" has a chance to get done. Like I told my actors, it's a curse to fall in love with a script, because then you're haunted by it every day until it's made. And I'm feeling pretty haunted. And hopeful.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Moving On

Happy 76th Birthday Stephen Sondheim!

"Stop worrying if your vision is new.
Let others make that decision . . .
they usually do!
You keep moving on.
Look at what you want,
Not at what you are
Not at what you'll be
Look at all the things you gave to me.
...
Anything you do, let it come from you--
then it will be new.
Give us more to see."

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Anticipation

I was not too terribly tortured waiting to hear about college admissions. I applied early decision to my first choice school and heard unexpectedly early that I got in. That was December 1987, and it enabled me to relax and coast through the rest of my senior year in high school.

Perhaps because I was so blessed in my youth, I'm being tormented by film festivals and screenwriting contests now. My girlfriend helpfully suggests that I try to take my mind off the impending notifications, which is why I'm sitting here obessessing over them on my blog, of course.

Grocery shopping, answering emails and office filing are just not cutting it as distractions. So, calling all the powers that have the future of my work in the their hands: HURRY UP, PLEASE! My sanity depnds on it.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Karma is a boomerang

Today I attempted to mate a friend's antiquated serial printer with a new-fangled USB computer, to no avail. For my efforts, she rewarded me with the most scrumptuous Vietnamese food I've ever had the pleasure to snarf down.

For the past decade I've battled my failing body and have finally triumphed into health. When I look into my new sweetheart's eyes I don't wonder "What did I do to deserve the happiness she brings me?" I know exactly the price I paid for 10 years in the dumps.

After toiling in obscutity at the craft of dramatic writing for my adult life, my work is just now coming to more public light. My screenplay "Transit Karma" has just been named a quarter-finalist in the 9th Annual American Screenwriters Association International Screenplay Competition (and was recently a semi-finalist in the 2005 Nolita Film Festival).

If it wasn't apparent to me before, it sure is now: Karma is a boomerang.