So here’s what it’s like, these days, to be me. It’s what it’s like to live this life, this place where each day is as unpredictable as the next.
This morning we planned our honeymoon around Sundance, because stee and Frank are finalists for the filmmaker’s lab. They won’t know until December 17th if they got in, but we knew if we scheduled the honeymoon at the same time as the lab, they’d be sure to get in. Also we couldn’t make it any later, because we’re waiting to hear what’s going to happen with the Oxygen show, as well as Stee’s own show he’s developing with the WB.
But we are GOING on our HONEYMOON. We’ve been looking forward to it since we got engaged — the possibility of several days of nothing to do, nowhere to go, no phone calls or deadlines. We’ve found a place that’s supposed to be incredibly isolated and quiet and beachy and I’m looking forward to living in my bikini for a few days.
Phone is ringing. Stee’s agent.
“You can’t go on your honeymoon if your script is picked to pilot,” he just said.
Oh.
So the honeymoon could be off at any time. If the honeymoon is off, it’s because really good things are happening for stee, and so I’m trying to be totally happy about that. We’ll just have a honeymoon some other time. But yeah, that kind of sucks.
I’m starting to get notes on the manuscript. The revisions needed are such that I won’t have them finished by the end of the year. This means it’ll miss the production deadline, so while you can currently find the book at Amazon, it’s not going to be out the day it says it is. So, that kind of sucks, too. But I’m happy my editor is enthusiastic about the book and wants to help make it the best it can be. I’m looking forward to working with her on this, as this is the first time I’d written a book off of selling a premise. It was scary at times, looking over this paragraph, thinking, “I’ve got to write a whole book out of this? How did I think I could do this?” I’m happy to now have the help of my agent and editor, as they are smart, smart women who know a hell of a lot more than I do.
More news arrived today. Aspen wants us to do the show again. Now. There are three shows for two slots. THREE SHOWS ENTER. TWO SHOWS LEAVE. So…
Loved Ones,
Please join Pamela Ribon and Liz Feldman for their final encore performance of LETTERS NEVER SENT: the death defying two woman show that tackles everything from babies to butt sex. This is our final call back for the Aspen Comedy Festival. We need your support!
If you’ve seen the show, please forward this to someone who loves to laugh… loudly. Or come again… it’s better the second time! And as always, it’s free.
LETTERS NEVER SENT
THURSDAY, DEC. 2nd 8:00PM
@ The Stages Theatre
1540 N. McCadden Place
(one block e. of Highland, one block N. of Sunset)
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Who puts a show together in three days? We do. How? Because Circle X Theatre is awesome. Also: our friends are awesome. Also: we’ll do anything to get into Aspen.
(see here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here… you get the point).
In doing that search, I came across this list I wrote almost four years ago. I wrote it having been in Los Angeles for just over a month. And now that I see it again, I remember how lucky I’ve been. I haven’t looked at that list since I made it, but I’ve accomplished more than fifty of those tasks.
My pity party is over. Everybody is probably going to pass on the pitch? Okay. Maybe they’ll like the next one. I’m gonna audition for Aspen in three days and it’s going to ROCK. And if I don’t get in again, then it wasn’t meant to be. And I’m going to turn in a kick-ass draft of Why Girls Are Weird: The Movie and I’ll do the rewrites of Pick Me with pleasure because that’s my job. That’s what I signed up to do. It’s what I wanted, all I wanted, when I moved here a few short years ago. And Oxygen might pick up the pilot. Maybe not. I’m going to marry stee and maybe we’ll have a great honeymoon now, or maybe it’ll be on hold until the summer.
Thanks for sitting through my self pep-talk. Sometimes I just have to type to see myself think.