So, the site’s moved, the nameserver’s been changed, and as soon as your ISP updates, you’ll be looking at the new pamie.com. Can’t tell a difference? Then it’s perfect. Can’t see a damn thing, can’t email me and everything’s gone to hell? Well, then… I’ll be working on it. But let me know if a link’s broken or you see something amiss over the next week or so as I’m “unpacking.”

Last night I saw the best movie I’ve seen in a while. Secretary. So good. Sexy, funny, smart, exciting and deliciously tense. Really, I can’t say enough about it. It explores self-empowerment, humility, the need for control, the need to be controlled, power struggles in relationships, and the give and take of sex and temping. I really wish I wrote this script. I was kicking myself for not thinking of it, particularly after my strange Pseudojob experience last year. I haven’t grinned through a movie like this since Amelie. I can’t wait to see it again, and I can’t wait for the DVD. Mom, don’t go see this movie. You will not like it at all.

Sorry the entries have been so short this week; it’s kind of crazy around here. My latest script is “going out” today, which means it’s getting sent to production companies. They’ll read it over the weekend and decide if they want to take it to a studio for consideration. Otherwise they will pass. Hopefully some of them will want to take meetings. It’s a pretty exciting time because right now everyone loves the script, can’t wait to read the script, are calling my agent asking for the script. This time next week it’s like, “What script?” So you have to enjoy the two days of being a star. It’s all over by Tuesday.

I’m also deep into the rewrite process on the book, and any additional writing is taking time away from that, so I’m keeping it to a minimum. You know, besides having to move my website to a new host and write two recaps. Oh, and the business with the car hitting the house next door the other day. Yeah, just been real quiet.

I find out next week if I’m a finalist for Austin Film Festival. Right now I’m a semi-finalist, which means semi-winner. Just like with my new script, today I haven’t been rejected. This time next week all the waiting will be over and it feels like that moment after you’ve opened all your presents on Christmas day. Sure, you’ve got some stuff, but there’s nothing left that’s hidden. Nothing left to open. Nobody left to thank.

And for those of you who like these kinds of things, my new Gilmore Girls recap is up.

Back to work.