One down, 999,999 to go.

It took a long time and I never thought I’d see it but, tonight, a clown died. It took phenomenal fire power, like one of those gigantic monsters in a video game, but it finally bellowed its last breath and died.

It was the clown who liked to proclaim that I simply MUST DO IT ALL AND DO IT RIGHT AND DO IT THE WAY EVERYONE ELSE WANTS ME TO DO IT OR I’M A HUGE FAILURE. Sorry for the caps but the clown only talked in loud, screaming caps.

This clown has been the recipient of multiple attacks in the past three years, particularly from those of you close to me. Your constant reminders that what I want is the most important thing and to really figure out what is important to me, not to the whole world, were like little, continuous shots at this huge, looming clown. But like the video games, it was hard to tell if these little shots were having any effect. I don’t have a red bar at the top of my screen to tell me how much life this creature has and I have tried to hang on to my ammunition and just keep throwing things at it, hoping some day that I would throw enough at it (with the help of my friends) that maybe this clown would be mortally wounded and eventually die.

He died tonight when I realized I could do whatever the hell I wanted. That’s it. Whatever I chose to do was right. It’s been coming on for a while but I never could look at it because the clown was always standing in front of that fact, denying me access.

Tonight, I threw the biggest piece of ammunition at him that I have – putting myself first.

I am under a lot of pressure with two shows and two jobs and my parents and life in general. I’m trying to juggle about 20-25 hours per week of medical transcription, 30 hours of teaching, six hours of additional training to teach, 12 or more hours of rehearsal, three to six hours of writing with Ranger Smith and Madame H, never mind my own writing, obligations to the Ark, obligations to Eclectic (which I have not been keeping up on), ferrying my folks around as necessary…

Had a great rehearsal tonight but have spent today trying to figure out how to juggle all of the above. I have to find props and wardrobe for USC show, go to admin training in the morning, teach two classes tomorrow, tidy my room, do some laundry, finish PJR’s present, take Dad for blood tests tomorrow…. Aughhhhh!

But then I had this crazy thought – what’s most important? The USC show is the most important thing right now. What’s second? Jobs, unfortunately, right now as I have bills to pay. Parents are kind of priority #2-1/2, sometimes #2 depending on how Dad’s feeling. Writing and other creative work is third. Admin training, “tech” (which is art class), and everything else is last.

What does that mean?

That means I sent an email to my supervisor at Mission Renaissance saying that I cannot come to admin or tech until after the USC show. Yes, it’ll set me back and it means I won’t get a little bit of pay for going to admin but it also means I can get some sleep in the mornings after nights like tonight where I just got home at 11:35 and am exhausted and wide awake at the same time. I don’t have to immediately try to force myself to sleep when sleep is a long way away. I don’t have to wake up in the morning and try to cram KK work in (which, luckily, I don’t have any tomorrow) and then head to admin and then scramble to get home and get myself together to go and teach and then…

It means I can let myself unwind tonight, spend some time with Twyla, wake up later tomorrow, take some time in the morning to do the things I need to do and then go and teach. It means I can take time for myself and not run myself ragged and crazy and exhausted, which leads to getting horribly run down, which leads to not feeling good, which leads to an inability to keep up with this crazy schedule, which leads to BIG CLOWN telling me I am letting everyone down because I’m not doing/being all to/for everyone and how dare I take the time to slow down and do what I want because I’m letting everyone down and I’m a disappointment and I’m lazy and stupid (wow, this clown sounds exactly like my ex-husband) and how dare I not do everything at once, which leads to depression and suicidal ideation. Not a good combination.

The clown didn’t like when I told him that I just didn’t care, I wasn’t going to admin tomorrow. The USC show is the most important thing right now, as well as my well-being. The clown bellowed and screamed and stomped his feet and caused me to waver momentarily. Maybe I didn’t need to sleep that much. I haven’t sleep much the past few days, what were a few more? But then, I heard a chorus of voices behind me, who sounded remarkably like my friends and my loved ones, shouting battle cries and cheers of support. I stood up to that clown and said, fuck you, I’m not going. I need sleep, I need rest, I need to focus on this show. Tech and admin will be there after the 9th, no one will die because I didn’t go read another policy about how to teach or because I’m a few weeks later finishing “the rack.” The clown tried throwing things at me but I just dodged them easily, putting my fingers in my ears and basically saying, nee-ner, nee-ner, nee-ner, you can’t catch me, and running away like the adult I am. The clown lumbered after me, but I was too agile, telling him I didn’t need to justify my choices to him. It’s my life and my priorities. I finally turned and stood my ground and just shouted up at him, over his noise, over his bellowing, saying, “Shut up! I know what I want. I know what’s important. I’m not disappointing anyone and they will understand. I don’t need you to make me feel like a failure because I am not a failure because these choices are exactly in line with what I want and with my priorities. So fuck off.”

The clown swayed, the death blow delivered as I walked away, not throwing anything more because I didn’t need to. I heard the squeak as he fell on his little red nose and the thwang as his big floppy feet flipped out from under him. He whimpered a bit and then expired.

For a moment, the remaining 999,999 clowns held their breath as they watched their brother fall. They were astonished, never having seen one of their ranks face down, his clown white spreading around him. Then they started bellowing.

But I am not hearing them right now because I know that they can be felled. I know that all I have to do is find their Achilles heel and cut it off. I know that I can do it, with the ammunition augmented by those around me.

I know the war is not over yet but at least the first battle is won.

I won’t say “rest in peace, clown #1” because I hope you rot in hell with all the other pieces of my life that tormented and almost destroyed me.

Faking it... until now.

I’ve spent the last three years just tumbling through the things I’ve done. I love directing, I love writing, I love the art I’ve created over the past three years but I realized tonight that I have never felt that I owed any of it. I’ve always been afraid that I’m going to be “found out”, that somehow, some day, everyone’s going to realize I’m a fake and a phony and not really able to do anything that I say I can. I’ve done projects because they were there and focused more on completing them than making them good. Luckily, I usually have a terrific group of people around me who have made the pieces strong while I tried to figure out what the hell I’m doing.

I’ve spent a great deal of time pretending that I know what I’m doing. I’ve gotten really good at making everyone think I’m in control of every situation and that I have a handle on it. And I do – partially. I do the producing thing well and the organizing thing well and the motivational thing well. The piece I think I’ve been missing is that I’ve never believed I’ve done the artistic thing well. Because of all the other skills I have and do well with, I often get caught up in that and lose the artistic side, looking back on projects thinking “if I had only focused more on the directing than the producing” or whatever. I’ve never had faith in myself as an artist.

This has led me to make choices that are motivated by trying to make those around me happy. I realized that I went out of my way trying to find things I could put the OOMA in, partially because he is most definitely one of the best actors I have ever worked with and because he’s easy to work with and we have (had?) an incredible shorthand that made working easy, and partially because I wanted him near me all the time. He was also (and maybe still is, hard to say) one of my biggest supporters and one of the first people in my life who saw me as an artist, not as a lump of clay to form. But I let my desire of pleasing him get in the way a lot of the time, in weird ways. If I finished a film and he liked it, I was in heaven. I could not own it because I have been taught throughout my life that I cannot own my success. So, if OOMA liked it, I was worthy (wow, I meant to type “it was worthy” but I typed “I was worthy” – interesting). As he faded from my life, I wondered if it was the work we were doing that made him pull away because maybe, somehow, I was disappointing him with the work I was doing. How twisted is that? Because I didn’t own my own work. I had to have validation from someone – obviously, needed validation from a man.

With OOMA out of my life, I had no partner left. I had no one who I could turn to and deflect the attention off me. I had no one to steal ownership of my work, not that he did, but I had no one to give ownership of my work to. Even when I started writing the script of “The Wraith” and the lovely and talented PRS was starting working with me, I found myself wanting to give him lots of credit for things that he didn’t do. He was available when we started and then his job changed and he was only able to act as kind of an editor – I would write and send him pages and then he would give me notes or occasionally send me short passages of dialog. But I worried and I struggled over what kind of credit to give him on the script. I felt that I had done the majority of the work but wanted to acknowledge him so I put the credit as “story by” both of us and then promptly felt like, again, I was letting him down, I wasn’t giving him enough of my credit, I was being selfish and not giving away my ownership of the script.

I finally felt like I began taking ownership, weirdly enough, when I started writing with Ranger Smith and Madame H. Maybe it was the combination of working with a man and a woman but I no longer felt like I had to give away all the credit for the first film we wrote together. I felt proud of the work we did but I didn’t feel compelled to say, “no, it’s all them.” Maybe it’s that they let me sort of spearhead the way we write or what we write and maybe it’s that they make me feel like I know what the hell I’m doing. They give me a great deal of respect and, when we’re writing with the Moderately Successful Comedian, they turn to me when decisions have to be made and they let me drive our sessions, when we’ll meet, what we write. It’s still very much a collaboration and very much a team, but I no longer feel that I have to give away my ownership in what we do.

That being said, and this was a very roundabout way to get here, but I finally feel like I’m about to do the best work of my life. That’s my goal for this year. THE BEST FREAKING WORK OF MY LIFE… so far. To really, truly own what I am doing, not just do it because it’s there and I said I would. Make choices that will make the work worthwhile and not just going through the motions of it.

I think that’s what drove me to make the difficult decision of firing an actor recently. It was an extremely difficult decision because it was an actor I had a great deal of respect for but the role was not coming together. The actor just didn’t seem to get the role, find the meat of it, and the actor also came into every rehearsal with an attitude and an excuse. I found myself wanting to make the actor happy, not wanting to rock the boat and yet I would go home from every rehearsal frustrated and angry and aggravated because I didn’t feel like I could say, “hey, I expected more from you, and you need to step it up because you’re not doing your job.” But I want to make everyone happy and this particular actor is very popular and I knew that any discussion that questioned their ability was going to bring on a whole world of hurt. But, finally, I could no longer let it slide because the work was suffering and I love this piece and didn’t want to do it halfway. I fired the actor after the actor handled a situation very flippantly and I decided that I would not tolerate this, that my work was suffering because I felt like I had to make the actor happy instead of focusing on getting my best work done. And I fired the actor. And a whole world of hurt began for about three weeks. Hurt that bled over to my Birthday Twin, hurting her in ways she should not have been hurt. And I had a brief moment of wanting to give in, wanting to do a less than stellar production because I had upset a couple of the popular people. I was almost willing to give up doing my best work just to make someone else happy.

Then I woke up. I figured, fuck it, it’s my show, I’m the director and this show is not coming together the way I want it because this actor is not doing their job. That’s it, that simple. I don’t owe anybody anything when they are not holding up their end of the deal and when their performance is preventing the show from growing and becoming what I need it to be. If my name is going on something as director, I have to know that I did everything I could to make it the best show possible. I’ve walked out of shows before because I didn’t think they worked and I didn’t want my name on them. I need to embrace that and know that I must take ownership in what I do.

With that in mind, this is going to be the year of the best work I’ve ever done. That means making sacrifices and making hard choices and maybe letting some projects go because I’m too busy to do them right. I want to take my time and make sure I’m happy with what I’m doing. I need to take ownership and be confident that I’m doing every single thing in a way that isn’t rushed, isn’t pushed, and isn’t just slammed together because I want to make something. I want the films and shows I do from now on to be so strong and so much mine that I won’t look back and wish I had done something different. If something is bad, it’s because I didn’t focus enough on it and I didn’t give it a chance. Or maybe it’s just bad and I have to own that, too.

I need to stop giving away my ownership without losing the sense of collaboration I so treasure with those in my repertory company(ies). I want to share the credit and share the wealth while still being able to say “that’s mine.” I need to show myself that I am good at what I do and that there is a reason that I am here. I need to ignore the clowns (“with their little red noses and their big floppy shoes”) and embrace that I am good at directing and writing and art and anything in that ilk. Sure, I’m going to screw up and there are going to be things that suck, but until I can embrace and own the good, I cannot allow myself to own the bad. I’ve been owning the bad for a long time, earned or not, and now I want to make sure I can look at my work and say, “I did the best work of my life.” No excuses, no apologies. The best work of my life.

100 things (per Monica)

1. Smart – without condescension and ridicule
2. Curious – about everything in life, mine and his
3. Funny – when I’m not, when I am, when he’s not, when he is
4. Talented – in whatever it is – banking, surfing, acting
5. Passionate – about my life, his life, our life, everything in life
6. Spontaneous – with experience, with affection, with passion
7. Intensity – with purpose and with direction
8. In touch with emotions – his and mine
9. Accessible – must be able to communicate, even when I can’t
10. Patient – with me…
11. Respectful of me, of himself, of others
12. Quiet – in indefinable ways
13. Beautiful eyes that speak the words I cannot
14. Hands that I can’t take my eyes off of and that touch with love, never with agenda or intimidation
15. Who would be willing to find me if I ever got lost – literally and figuratively
16. Must understand romance is more than a word or a flower
17. Must desire to defend my honor, whether it needs defending or not
18. Able to leap tall buildings when I can’t
19. Arms that are strong when they need to be and gentle and comforting when they need to be
20. Adventurous
21. Available – in every way
22. Two very good ears to listen when I need him to
23. Lack of the ability to be judgmental
24. Taller than me but not terribly tall
25. Artistic in his own way
26. Love film
27. Love to read
28. Did I say talented? Can I repeat talented?
29. Green eyes or blue eyes.
30. Must be able to break my heart in all the right ways
31. Must know himself.

(only 69 to go... interesting number...)

The balance of our lives

The last few months have gotten me thinking about balance, both as a concept of making things equal and as a concept of the remainder of something.

I have a hard time balancing things. Zadra pointed out to me on time that I tend to be all or nothing, black or white, very little grey. Sometimes, that’s great. It means I make decisions quickly, I am quick to adapt to changes in situations, etc. It also means I occasionally react too quickly and sometimes don’t think things through before I leap off the cliff. I’ve found myself way in over my head a few times because of this all or nothing attitude and, since Zadra told me that, I’ve been working very hard to not be that black and white, to not be that reactive, to find the balance between being quick-thinking and impulsive, to find the balance of not being mired in too much thought while making sure I take the time to think. It’s a difficult balance for me and one I will probably struggle with all my life.

My relationships tend to be that way - you’re my friend or you’re not. There’s very little room for in between. If I love you, then I LOVE you and that’s it. If you do something that breaks from my expectation of you, the disappointment is so deep and so black that there is no air in there. Particularly when it comes to men, and I’m realizing how much of that is from my relationship with my mother, weirdly enough. I want the men in my life to LOVE me and I bend myself into a million different pretzel shapes to be what I think they want from me instead of just being me and fuck them if they don’t like that shape. Finding the balance between being myself and being something I’m not. Find the balance between the all or nothing I feel about most of the men in my life and just taking the relationship we have at its face value instead of doing to them what I do to myself – make them and our relationship into something I think I want it to be.

This was very clear the other night when I left Cute Boy behind after a very black evening I had been having. He could not have been more delightful and charming and entertaining after he heard about my bouts of depression. He did everything but puppet shows to cheer me up and I think if he had had an extra pair of socks on him, puppets would have definitely made the scene. Driving home, instead of being delighted to have such a wonderful friend and instead of seeing the love and affection he showed me by trying to cheer me up without fixing me, I got stuck on wanting more than that. Because that’s the way my life has always been – wanting more of something instead of appreciating what I have – finding the balance. I made myself stop and say, “I’m so very glad Cute Boy is in my life, no matter what the capacity, because my life would be missing something if he weren’t there.” Finding the balance between really wishing there was something more there and accepting that there just isn’t going to be and embracing what we have, instead of diminishing it because of what it can’t be. Balancing the moment with the wish. That’s a hard one for me and I’m trying to just exist in that moment where I am grateful for his very special friendship and the bond we have without turning it into something else. Just be. Just accept. Balance.

A recent situation has made me also evaluate the constant struggle for balance between being an authority figure and being a friend. It’s always a challenge to work with people you know because those lines get blurred and we all forget where there lines were. Trying to find the balance between being kind and nurturing and understanding and making difficult choices and difficult decisions. Finding the balance between being the person I want to be and the person I have to be. Finding the balance between what is expected and what is real. Finding the balance in me to stand up and say “enough” and weather the storm and just letting things lay and losing myself in the storm. It’s been a hard couple of weeks for me, and a learning experience for me about standing up for what I want and trying not to break toes on the way. Finding the balance between hard and soft, between challenges and solutions. Finding the balance between giving up something and gaining something. And not allowing my clowns (“little red noses and big floppy feet” and all) to throw that balance off by adding weights to the already tipped scales of criticism and keeping the scales balanced by knowing I did what I thought was right.

And then there’s balance, as in the amount of something that is left. Losing Perry so recently makes me think about the balance of my life. I struggle right now because I don’t see my life as being what I want it to be. It’s all out of balance, out of sync, and it is difficult every single day because I don’t see the end in sight of this dislocation of my life. What made me change my life was the thought of the balance of my life and what that would be made up of. Perry looked at the balance of his life and decided to make it a balance of a life of things that would make him happy. He helped me on my film because he always wanted to work with me. I’m sure I made him crazy as we have two very different styles of filmmaking but I’m glad he did it because there was no balance in his life left and we were able to share a very special moment in time. He changed his life so that he was doing exactly what he wanted to do when the balance of his life ran out. He had someone in his life who had loved like I have never seen him love someone. He looked at the balance of his life and decided this is what it would be. I want to remember that there is a balance to our lives and none of us know what that amount is. Perry struggled for a long time to find his balance and I think he found it in the last months of the balance of his life.

I don’t want to find that balance in the last few moments of my life. I want to find that balance while I’m living the balance of my life. I want to hang on to the scales and make sure that I check them constantly for balance – whether it’s professionally as I juggle too many projects right now, or in my relationship with Cute Boy (or future Cute Boys or Geeky Boys or Adorable Boys or Crush Boys), or in my relationships with the amazing women in my life. Find the balance where it isn’t all or nothing, find the balance that keeps the world on a reasonably even keel so I’m not constantly trying to keep my sea legs under me.

Find the balance for the balance of my life. That’s my goal this year. And next year. And for the balance of my life.

A good day

Feeling the need to brag a bit:

Just got asked to direct for the USC Master in Professional Writing Program, which I had done for two years about four years ago. It's a prestigious event and I was recommended by the previous producer to the new producer because of the success I had with the two I did previously (wow, really fractured that sentence). Here's the link for info on the program:

http://www.usc.edu/dept/LAS/mpw/students/index.php

Mine is a piece called Juche Rules and is a very powerful political piece about North Korea. And there's a $250 stipend, which is nothing to sneeze at. I would like three 0's at the end of it but I'll take it. Nice to recommended based on the strength of something I did so long ago. Oh, and it goes up April 8th and 9th, my birthday, at the East West Players Theater.

AND

We have been asked by a recent collaborator to work on a new show of his. Very excited. Still working out the details as he was considering another writer but loves the work we've done so far. Still, even if it doesn't go forward, it's nice to know that our work is appreciated and our talents are desired.

All in all, a very lovely day.

Virtual Fridge update

Have lots to write about but no time to write, although today, I'm home sick and don't feel like writing anything.

So here are a couple of new oil paintings (tone oil using only raw umber and white):



This one was to learn how to paint metal. I am really proud of the way this came out. Took about 6 hours to paint. Had to scan this in as two parts, so please excuse the line in it.



The assignment with this one was to complete a simple tone oil painting in one single class - about 2-1/2 hours. Not bad but couldn't really do anything too challenging.

The next one I start this week will be what is called "The Rack" - take a linen napkin, starch it, drape it on a board so there are interesting folds and pleats and paint that. Can't wait! Might take up to four or five classes to do that one.

Just for grins

This made me laugh very hard so I figured I needed to share it with y'all.


moar humorous pics

Consider it your silly moment for the day.

What's the point?

I started this blog again recently so I could share wins and successes and try to write about recovering from the mid-life crisis and sharing what life is like now, 30 months after launching this new life. I thought I had many positive things to share and really wanted to focus this year on being more appreciative for the life I’ve created. However, when one struggles with depression, appreciation is hard to find. But sometimes, it sneaks up on you and bitch-slaps you in the face.

I was driving home the other night, knowing I was going to be writing with Madame H and Ranger Smith. I look forward to the nights we write because we enjoy each other immensely and we’re a great team. Then Madame H called to say she wouldn’t be able to make it. I almost called Ranger and cancelled because all I could think for the past few days was “what’s the point?” Why am I busting my ass to create these things – scripts, short films, Cinderella – what’s the point to all of it? I’m still in the same place, fighting the same demons, battling the same depression. How is this a win? How do I share this as a success when I feel like such a fraud, such a failure?

I park my car and Ranger gets out of his, grinning that crooked little grin of his and I can’t help but smile back at him. We have a not terribly successful night of staring at my laptop and writing about ½ page of a difficult script we’re starting. Then he said something I’m still not used to hearing from men. We were talking about a budget/script breakdown I’m going to do for him and his partner on a script of theirs. We were discussing what they needed and I told him I’d do it, etc. He then said something about taking me to dinner to partially pay me for my efforts and I said something snarky about “if only I could find a guy who would appreciate me.” And he was quiet for a moment then said, “I really appreciate you.” Seriously, sincerely, without agenda or demand. I get that from many women in my life and am slowly getting it from the men in my life but it always makes me stop when they actually offer it up without me prodding or begging for it. And I thought, that’s what makes this worth it. Those moments of true connection, true friendship, true appreciation for one another.

Then I go Friday morning for administrative training for the eventual Assistant Program Director job at my studio and I am thrilled to find out that they screwed up and aren’t ready for me yet so I get to go and paint instead! Yippee! I am still not terribly confident in what I’m doing as a painter. I am intimidated by some of the artists I train around and I am always kind of uncertain when I sit down to paint. But I love it almost as much as I love directing. So I sit down, I pull out my three silly props which I am painting – a metal coffee pot, a small gravy boat and a cup – set up my canvas and start. Immediately, I find myself in that rare zone of totally focused and confident. The paint brush is an extension of my hand, with a mind of its own, putting down brush strokes before I even see them. As I’m painting, my instructor walks by and stops. I hold my breath, waiting for the gentle critique that usually comes from that stop. She just says, “good” and moves on. Then one of the big mucky-mucks comes by and she stops and says, “wow, that’s really, really good” and moves on. And I start to think, this is why it’s worth it. Then this young woman who is so talented and who I admire so much peeks over at my canvas as she’s been sitting next to me most of the morning. Her eyes light up and she says quite earnestly, “wow, that’s so good. I was watching you paint and you really seem to be so much more confident today. And it really shows.” And I look at my half-done painting and realize that I am more confident and I am so enjoying learning this new skill and flexing m painterly muscles. And that’s what makes this all worth it.

Then I taught two challenging classes (our Friday classes try my last nerve sometimes) and I am exhausted but I drag my tired butt to my friend’s birthday dinner because it’s the first one of his I’ve been invited to in a while. I know my ex will be there and I am still not comfortable around him. I’m not ready to let him back into my life in any way whatsoever and that makes it difficult. I sometimes want him there, want to be able to show him my artwork and share my joys and my successes with him. But I’m afraid of his criticism and his harsh words and his ability to make me feel like what I do has no value. So I continue to be extremely guarded around him. But my car stereo decides to put things in perspective for me as I drive off, playing Keith Urban’s “Stupid Boy” as I pull away from the studio. “She laid her heart and soul right in her hands/but you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans/she never even knew she had a choice/and that’s what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t/stupid boy.”

At dinner, I get to share my paintings with my friends because they haven’t really seen any of them and their joy and celebration over my wins and successes make me feel warm and loved. And yet as I sit at the table with these people who used to be some of my dearest friends, I realize that I don’t belong with them anymore. I don’t know why or how I know that, I just don’t. I used to really miss them and wonder what I did to lose them in my life. I realize now that it’s just the way life is. We come together, we move apart sometimes. That doesn’t mean we’re bad people. We’re just people. And I listen to the snippets of conversation that my ex is having at his end of the table and, for a fleeting moment, I really, truly, terribly miss him and the life we had. But I realize one of the reasons we don’t have that life is that I grew into someone else and he stayed the same. He doesn’t seem to have changed one bit over the past 30 months but I feel like a completely new person. I realize that going to this party was worth it because it showed me the life I could still be living and it showed me that it is not the life that I want to live. My life is plenty wonderful, thank you very much, and it’s hard and it’s a struggle and it continues to baffle me even on the best of days.

But it is worth every single struggle, every single broken heart moment that sneaks up on me, it is worth every tear shed over lost and missed opportunities and it is worth every aching desire and want, whether it be for the OOMA or Cute Boy or any of the million things my life is lacking. It is worth it because it is my life. And I own it more and more every day. And that is what makes it all worth it.


As does my teddy bear (oil painting done in tones only):

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Out of Dormancy

01/08/08 – Dormancy

Sorry this blog has seemed to have been dormant for so long but I wasn’t sure there was a need for it anymore. I wasn’t sure I had anything to say. Things are moving along, they are fine, they are not fine, depending on the day.

It was easy to write this blog when life was tumultuous and exciting and scary and full of discovery. It was easy to write about how hard it was and the struggles and the successes. It was easy to write about heartbreak and depression and films and moving on.

What’s hard to write about is the life that is now. The daily existence, the boring details of a life that is being lived.

But that is the success of my life – the life that is being lived.

The first year of living this new life was a year of just being, trying to let go of the life I was walking away from, trying to not look back and wonder if I did the right thing, bounding into the playground with the few friends that followed me from that life – my dearest Zadra and my dearest Chairman. They are the ones who put their hands out and said, “Hey, it’s okay, we’re here to help you.” I leapt into that first year like a baby, stumbling and struggling and trying to figure out how to just get through the day. And I survived.

The second year of this new life was the hardest. It was discovering that I didn’t really know who I was, despite putting on a valiant face and trying to pretend that I was just what everyone told me I was – strong, powerful, smart, creative. They saw my vulnerability and began to show me that it was okay to be vulnerable. But that vulnerability took over my life for a short time. It turned into a desire to have someone in my life who would let me fail and be vulnerable and made me try to force a relationship that was not ready to be had. My head thought we were ready for something but my heart was not there yet. And, in the end, it cost me one of my most valued relationships because I couldn’t get a hold of my emotions and I became what my ex had told me all along that I was – emotional, inconsistent, weak and dependent. I didn’t know who I really was and I was looking for someone to define me. In the end, it cost me a huge piece of my heart.

The first two years of my new life held a desperation, a feeling that there was some invisible clock ticking that meant I had to figure it all out before you all figured out that I didn’t have it figured out. I thought I had to be “fine” by some calendar date otherwise I was a failure at this new life and I would let everyone down. I was afraid because so many women seemed to look at me as a role model, as someone who had gotten out and succeeded. I felt like a liar and failure and a fraud.

These past six months, which makes up half of my third year into this adventure, have begun to find a routine, a balance to my life, which is allowing me to really, truly just be. To have the time to learn it’s okay to not know who I am and what I want. I no longer hear the ticking clock. It is my time now, whatever that means.

I think what this blog needs to turn into is the story of a life – an every day life of a woman who started over, just like you can. It is a story no longer filled with constant discovery but still rich with that discovery, when it happens. It is a story of a woman who has lived and learned so much in a mere 30 months that it is still astounding sometimes that it has only been that long. It is a story of a woman who has found what we all seek – a life on her own terms.

The success of my life is the recovery of that life. The simple redundancy that my life is becoming is a success in and of itself. Discovering that routine is good and that there is a dawning knowledge of the future, not as a concept that has no shape because there is no one to plan it with (or criticize it as wrong), but as a true and clear destination that is going to lead somewhere. It is a life that has a schedule – 10 art classes a week at Mission Renaissance, writing twice a week with Madame H and Ranger Smith, yoga twice a week (when I can convince myself that it’s good for me) – and it has a plan – Carmel maybe for my birthday, the lab show at the Ark in March, finishing Cinderella and shooting “The Wraith” – and it has stability, for the first time in almost four years, since before my marriage began its end.

The celebration of the midlife is that there is no crisis anymore. There is no urgency to find a life and figure out all the questions and answers and tap-dance my way around what I don’t know. The celebration of the midlife is that – it is mid-life. I have lived half of it, learning much, hurting much, leaving much behind. But there is still that other half in front of me that doesn’t need to be figured out today, that will be there when I arrive tomorrow, and it is there to be shaped and discovered, not fretted over and manipulated to fit some twisted idea I have about what that future should be. I’m finally at a place where I think I can let the future unfold and take me along with it. I’m planning for my future – film shoots, shows at the Ark, vacations, etc. – but I’m also willing now to just follow along where it leads. It’s led me some wondrous places so far and I cannot wait to see where it leads me next.

So I’m going to try to chronicle the life I am leading, let you know that the success of this life is in the living of it, as simple and mundane as that is. It sure beats the hell out of where I started in June, 2005 and I cannot wait to see where I am in June, 2015. Or 2025.

I hope to see you there with me.

New oil paintings

(If you've checked out my Myspace, you've seen this already.)

I've started oil painting! Yay! The first step is something called "tone oil", which is painting only with raw umber and titanium white and creating the darks and lights of an object. This is the basis of oil painting itself.

Here is my first real oil painting. It's a drill called the "white cup drill." Wow, original. The idea is to paint a white cup with no drawing, only using the brush and paint.



This next one is a vase I tried at home to see if I could do it without help:



This last one I did on Christmas day because I was bored. I like it a lot, although I see where I need to improve. Did it because our Academy was not open this week so I wanted to practice myself.



I'm digging this beyond words. I have to be careful because I'm addicted. I came home tonight and fought with myself to keep from setting up my paints and painting something else. I'm off tomorrow so I'm thinking some painting will get done before I write with the Ranger and Madame H.

Enjoy.

Theatricapalooza tonight! 10 plays created in 24 hours.

Theatricapalooza: Take it to the Limit is an event that I am writing and directing in!

It happens today, Saturday, Dec 22. We have two performance times, one at 8 pm and one at 10:30 pm. Tickets are $10 each. If you are in town, you just cannot miss this!

At 8 pm last night, the ten writers (including me) showed up to get their assignments. They were told the theme of the event and they drew the age ranges and genders of the cast they would be writing for (but without knowing the names). They also drew a line of dialogue out of a hat which must be utilized word-for-word somewhere in the piece. By 8 am this morning, all scripts (approximately ten minutes long) must be handed in and are assigned to a cast and a director. Then off we go, to rehearse, memorize lines, do our tech rehearsals and perform the two shows at 8 pm and 10:30 pm.

Space is limited, as there are only about 60 seats in the house for each show! So make a reservation RIGHT NOW. Don't miss it! 818 508 3003 (ext 5) for reservations or email info@eclecticcompanytheatre.org. You can visit the theatre's website at www.eclecticcompanytheatre.org.

Theatricapalooza is a fundraiser for Kerr Package (4 of Kerr Seth Lordygan's one-act plays), which opens January 11. More on that to come as well.

And look for a feature article on Theatricapalooza this Thursday in the LA Times Calendar section! Spread the word about this amazing event! Did I mention the event is also co-sponsored by Karl Strauss? That means GOOD BEER!

See the feature article in the LA Times: http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-gd-perf20dec20,1,5305022.story

I feel a poem coming on (don't say I didn't warn you)

Who want to
wrap me up
in their arms tonight?
Safe, secure, warm.
Pretending
it'll be all right.
Pretending
the world won't
come crashing down.
Pretending
that they love me.

The year in review

This has been the most challenging year of my life. Incredible highs, incredible lows. Great growth and enormous set-backs. Disappointments abound and yet expectations are far exceeded. It’s been a roller coaster and I’m not sure it’s done yet.

The hardest thing is losing one of the most treasured friendships in my life. One who was so dear to me, who I thought would always be there, thought would maybe some day be something more than a friend, someone without whom I would not have made it through the first moments of my new life. It was there one day then slowly faded, without warning, without discussion, without explanation. Just gone. Occasional contact through necessary emails but the delicate nature of what was once such a blessing is now dissipated and vaporous. I miss you every single day still. I wish you knew that. And I wish that thought didn’t scare you so much. But I can’t do anything about it now. You’re off with a new muse, I guess, and you never looked back. I only wish you love and blessing and that you find whatever will bring you the joy and the love you seek that you chose not to find in me.

I’m still alone. That’s so incredibly difficult. I see my friends with their loved ones and I am glad that they have found that person who fills them. I know it’ll take time. I know that Cute Boy, who I can’t have, is just a step on the way to finding someone to share myself with and is like training wheels for a relationship. I’m still wobbly and I have skinned my knees a lot but hope that I am finding the balance and the control to drive off my own street and venture out into the neighborhoods beyond to see what’s there. Maybe this year the training wheels will come off. Maybe not. I won’t know until we’re here again in a year.

The ladies in my life, however, have never been stronger and more supportive and more amazing than they have this year. Watching each of them grow and follow their hearts and their dreams makes me stronger and more hopeful. Monica and her writing achievements and her goofy affection for her boy toy; Patty and her discovery of what she really wants in her life and the potential for her creative growth when we tackle “Keely and Du”; Anna B. and her blossoming from this shy, scared, wounded woman in an absolutely delightful, funny, quirky dame; Zadra and her own unique Zadraness and her beautiful gift of friendship; as well as the other ladies who move in and out of my life. You have held my hand through the losses and the fears and the joys and the terror. You will never know what you mean to me.

Creatively, I have been beaten and broken and battered yet come out stronger and more solid in who I am and what I do. Discovering the wonderful gift of collaboration with Monica and Dave has been amazing. We are a blessed trio, wacky, dark, weird and wonderful. I am excited about the potential we have and hope that we are still working together in five years or ten years or 20 years. They bring out in me the most wonderful parts and give me the confidence and respect to help me write better than I have ever written in my life.

The support of “The Wraith” cast has moved me in their unflinching belief that, somehow, with $1.50, we can make something amazing. I hope I can honor their belief and their trust and hold up my end of the bargain in 2008.

And then Famecast. Who knew when Richard B. sent me this innocent little email suggesting I check out this site that “The Change-Up” would end up in the top 5 and I would have been spending rock start time in Austin representing that film. It was exhausting, difficult, challenging, emotional, and it’s not over yet. I am learning that this one is for me to learn how to do this on my own, without relying on anyone to validate the effort, without having someone in Austin to share it with me (other than over the cellular stratosphere). This one is for me, as much as I share it with everyone else, and I’m glad I got to experience it.

I have learned so much about myself, the good and the bad, this year. And I’m realizing I’m just breaking the surface. I’m trying to avoid the old patterns and create new ones that will help me on this path and keep me moving. I need to make sure that in 20 years, I don’t look back at this time and wonder if it was all worth it. I want to look back and see how these baby steps led me to a wondrous, fulfilling, crazy, insane, joyful life. I hope to look back and see where I chose right and where the lifelong friendships I hope I still have in 2037 started.

I started about in 2004 thinking about the next 30 years of my life. That thought led me to 2007 and the first few years of that 30. I regret very few choices in this short new life. I don’t think we can grow without a few regrets. I am a baby now, just beginning that 30 year voyage. I hope to take these lessons and this discovery into my infant-hood and mid-life adolescence and grow and become the woman that I want to be, the woman who took a chance 30 years ago in 2007 and found herself living those 30 years with the joy and the love and the passion that she hoped she would find.

I wish the same for all of you. Look 30 years into the future and imagine what you want your life to be like. Then make it that. It’s that simple, it’s that complicated. But it’s what we all deserve. Live to the best, live to the most.

So this is the real link for you to really vote

Don't forget to vote for "The Change-Up" and here is the REAL link:

http://www.famecast.com/contest/stage_top5.php?stage_id=33&round_id=171&artist_id=6102

So click, register, vote. Every day. Simple now that we know where the link is! We're currently #4 so we have a long way to go.

And you get a brief glimpse of me from my whirlwind Austin tour as I introduce the film online now!

Please feel free to repost this and share it with those you love.. and who you don't love!

Sorry about the confusion.

Luv. =)

Change in the voting link for "The Change-Up" on Famecast.com

Of course, Famecast.com has changed the link now that we're in the top 5.

Here's where to go to vote for this week:

http://www.famecast.com/contest/stage_top5.php?stage_id=33&round_id=171

Sorry 'bout that. Change your bookmark, if that'll help.

Thanks for the support!

Voting begins again today for "The Change-Up"

My short film, "The Change-Up" is currently in the top 5 on Famecast.com, a competition website, on its way to $10,000!

Voting begins Saturday, December 15 at 6 PM and goes through Saturday, December 22nd. You can vote each day per email. So if you really want to support the film, register with more than one email and take 30 seconds and vote from each.

Here’s how you do it:

1. Register at http://www.famecast.com.

2. Follow directions on your confirmation email. If you don't get a confirmation email, go to Famecast.com and click on "Re-issue confirmation email."

3. Bookmark my page http://www.famecast.com/lifeonitssideproductions

4. Vote. Every single freaking day. It's that easy.

This is the final round of voting for $10,000. Every single vote counts. Please feel free to share this information with your friends and encourage them to vote as well. Let me know if you want a daily reminder by emailing me at susan@lifeonitsside.com.

Thanks.

Susan Lee

Hey

I miss you.

Austin - the long version

Get a drink and a snack, this may be a long one.

4AM – Force myself to get out of bed after going to bed at 1 AM. Shower. Check and double check that I packed everything (of course, I didn't).

5:15 AM – Leave for Burbank Airport.

5:45 AM – Check in for flight, pick up breakfast…



7:15 AM – Board plane…



Take off for Austin!

7:15-8:15 AM – Do some work for Kory while in the air to Vegas. Finish work while on the tarmac at Vegas.

8:15 AM – 1:35 (Austin time) PM – Finish Kory work. Break down "The Wraith" script so I can budget it…



Read "Strange Adventures of Rangergirl" so I can begin working on the adaptation now that I have a non-exclusive option on it.

1:35 PM – Get off in Austin!

Call Toni and am told to go to the curb and wait for one of the Famecast vans to pick me up. See a tall, thin, tattooed woman with partially shaved and multi-colored hair, figured she was with Famecast. She was. Clare. English. Beyond cool. Wait only a short time for the shuttle and get on to go to the hotel.



Back of our driver's head:




2:00 PM – Get to the hotel – Doubletree Suites Hotel. Check in. Receive a warm cookie upon check in.



Go to my room.

Discover it's a suite. See the tour below.



Time to shower and change and enjoy the privacy and the peace and quiet for a little bit. Figure out what to take with me to the event. Practice in my head what I'm going to say about the film (none of which I actually did say).



3:30 PM – Go the lobby and wait for shuttle to event. Meet Tony Villalobos, director of "Beautiful Day." He's already started drinking. Meet the band, Recorder, as they try to figure out how to get on the shuttle. They decide to walk the eight blocks to the venue – in their costumes. (More about them later).





4:00 PM – Arrive at Stubbs BBQ.



Sign in.



Greeted by the incredibly lovely Famecast staff who treated all of us like royalty.

I is an artist, my badge says so.











Discover the craft service table. Meet Andrea Ou, director of "The Tricycle" who just flew in from Taiwan Tuesday. She and her brother were great. Hung out with them a lot. Cool people.

This is me, Tony and Andrea:



Watch Tony drink some more. Run into Clare again, meet the rest of the band – Martin Bregville Sputnik (formerly Sigue Sigue Sputnik in the '80s). Meet a ton of incredibly talented artists in Dance and Electronic top 5.

6:00 PM – Run through what we're doing for the show. Watch Tony drink more. Discover it's an open bar. Eat some really wonderful Texas BBQ. Get interviewed by the documentary crew who are filming the whole thing. Forgive me, those of you whose names I did not mention, because I'm still not used to being interviewed.



6:00 PM – 6:40 PM – Pace a lot while the first two filmmakers go up and talk about their films. I hung around outside because I just couldn't go in. Too much in my own head. Again, the Famecast crew could not have been nicer about being encouraging and supportive. Really great bunch.



6:40 PM – Go up on stage and introduce "The Change-Up." Discover to my horror (and my lesson) that I did not check the output, assuming it was the same as the output I have been using. Wrong. A couple of big fuck-ups from Final Cut Pro. Try not to throw up. Get back up on stage and take the critique from the judges, who were very forgiving about the technical problems. The experts were a woman from Richard Linkletter's company, Alex Smith (writer of "The Slaughter Rule), and John Merriman, programmer of the Austin Film Festival. They all had pretty valid things to say – they loved the cast, particularly the girls. Liked the relationships. Liked the chemistry, which apparently was all from the actors, nothing from me, as Alex basically stopped short of saying he didn't like me as a director. After all, the actors brought everything to the film, I apparently did nothing to assist that. Fuck him. Two of the experts thought the script was not clear enough about what was going on. I've gotten this a couple of times so it's a valid comment to consider. Merriman got the piece totally and really liked it. All three thought that there was so much more there to be explored, again, another comment I've gotten several times. So many people want to know who these women are, what got them there and how they got out of it. That's a big compliment, I think, because people want to see what else happens. They all said they'd like to see the bigger project and see what we could do with the script without the limitations imposed by the 48 hour format. Overall, not bad comments. They were equally critical about all the films, doing their jobs, I guess.



6:55 PM – Get off stage and walk right into the documentary crew, who followed me as I ran into Tony, with another drink his hand, and we chatted about what I thought about the judges critique. Tried not to be aware of the crew. Finally let out the breath I'd been holding and went to the open bar and got a Jamesons.



6:55 PM – 11 PM – Watched the other performers, hang out with the filmmakers, Andrea and Tony. Avoid Tony's very drunken, very sloppy attempts at come-ons to me (hey, I'm into older women – yeah, that's gonna work on me). The other performers were so absolutely incredible. It was almost humbling to be in this company. The dancers were amazing, everything from hip-hip to modern to ariel.



Great electronic music as well. This is Clare:




I could do a whole blog about Recorder but check out their video on Famecast. You'll dig it very much.

The crowd at Stubb's.


Met some of my fans! Several people came up and told me how much they enjoyed "The Change-Up" and that I could count on their vote in the next round (December 15).



11 PM – Try to figure out how to get to the after-party, as this was the last night of the showcase. A guy just appeared and took Andrea, her brother and I to the club, Pure.



Escorted upstairs by the staff to a closed, very hip club open just for us. Open bar, chicken wings and a very celebratory sensibility. The crew finally got to unwind and have a drink with us. Actually spent a very long time talking with Roy Nowlin, the DP on "Elevator Music." Really cool guy lives in New York, just a bit younger than me. He left a job of 14 years as a crane operator in New York a year or so ago to pursue his dream of being a DP. Didn't manage to get another drink because we talked so much.



1:30 AM – Realize I'm no longer listening to Roy, who was interesting, and decided it was time to go back to the hotel. Said my good-byes to everyone. Walk out to the street and promptly throw an artist hissy-fit because there isn't a shuttle waiting for me. Then laugh. The doorman hails me a cab and I get in, realizing I don't know where the hotel is. We finally figure out that it's across from the Chili Pepper (see if you know that reference) and, $4.85 later, I get out. Who do I run into in the lobby? The very drunk Tony, who is still trying to get me to come to his room, apparently because no one else would. Almost thought I was gonna have to call security on him if he followed me to my door. Get into my jammies, find a wi-fi signal and do my mini-blog.



3:00 AM – Finally drift off to sleep.

8:00 AM – Alarm goes off. Alarm gets re-set to 9 AM.

9:00 AM – Alarm goes off. Pack. Double-check everything. Head to the lobby. Hang out with Roy while waiting for the shuttle.



9:30 AM – Get shuttled to airport. Almost get bumped from my flight. End up on the same flight with Clare. Join her on the Vegas/Burbank leg and have a great conversation.

2:00 PM (LA time) – get picked up from Burbank. Glad to be home.



That's the Readers Digest version. Happy to share more when I see you. All in all, an amazing, ridiculously pleasurable trip.

"The Change-Up" is going to Austin

"The Change-Up" came in third out of the top 5 on Famecast.com, which means I get on a plane on Wednesday, attend the Filmmaker Showcase on Wednesday, where "The Change-Up" will be aired on a live webcast, critiqued by "industry experts" and then I will be interviewed about the film.

I am beside myself with joy. This competition has meant so much to me and this is a life-changing moment. I'm glad you all were along for the ride.

But, be prepared. The final round of voting begins December 15th and goes only for a week, so look for more pleading around then to get us to $10,000.

I am humbled and blessed to be in the company of such amazing and supportive people.

As I await for Austin...

I didn’t know how much I wanted this – to win this contest. Now, with about 12 hours left, I am breathless. I’m pretty certain I’ll be leaving for Austin on Tuesday, with about $50 in my pocket so I guess I’m eating at McDonalds and Burger King while I’m there. Okay, the contest is not over yet and there is still the possibility that I will spend Wednesday doing what I usually do but I have faith that Austin awaits.

Why do I want this so much? Well, yes, the acknowledgment is wonderful. To have some success, even if it is through a vote-for-your-friends site, will be very fulfilling. To know my friends support me enough and care enough to be badgered and harassed and bugged daily to vote and then that they do vote humbles me in a way I can’t express. To have entered with 285 other competitors and made it to the top 5 is still stunning to me. It speaks to the quality of the product, the devotion of those who participated and, maybe, to my weirdly driven-ness.

This, though, culminates a journey that began just over two years ago at the opening night of “Lloyd’s Prayer.” My dearest Chairman said to me that night to stop giving away all the credit, to embrace that I am good at directing and to acknowledge it. That the reason “Lloyd’s” was so good was because of me, because of my vision and because of my talent. He and the others just expanded on that. I had never had anyone really say those words to me before – embrace and acknowledge that I am good at this. The men that I had loved in my life were never able to allow that to happen because if I acknowledged that part of me, it somehow diminished them.

That night opened my eyes to my gifts and to the fact that I had to do something with them or I was going to die. Literally die. Those words came at a time when I was quite literally on the verge of throwing it all away – my gifts, my abilities, my joy, my life. It hadn’t been very long before that that I had counted out the pills and contemplated giving it all up, just to make life easier. My heart so ached to be somebody, to achieve something, to have somebody be proud of me, to have somebody who allowed me the ability to play with my gifts and to have somebody open the door and let those gifts out.

I never realized that the person who kept those gifts locked away was me. I allowed this to happen, allowed others to make me feel as though my gifts, my dreams weren’t enough, weren’t right, weren’t of value. I allowed others to make me push my dreams to the back burner and ignore them. I allowed my talents to be diminished by those who could not discover and unleash their own gifts. I allowed them to almost break me.

Chairman’s words that night, though others had probably said the same thing at some point, finally broke through because I was on top of the world that night. I knew I had done something extraordinary, something precious and something amazing. I knew I had a cast like none that I would ever have again, that magic moment when everything comes together in perfection. And I knew that it was mine, it was me, it was where I was supposed to be. Destiny had arrived and I now had to choose what to do with it.

I thought that Chairman was the only voice speaking out at that time but, after that night, I began to hear that voice more and more, audibly and inaudibly. The fact that my “devoted psychopaths” continue to turn out to play with me on these ridiculously short time projects still humbles me to the core. But I also realize it means that they are echoing those words from Chairman – embrace and acknowledge your gifts. We’re here to help you with that. The fact that Ranger Smith and Madame H, two of the strongest writers I have ever worked with, keep wanting to hang out and eat funky food and blather endlessly about existential items and put words to paper echoes Chairman’s words. The support and encouragement I get from the ladies in the Career Success Group, who turn to me for mentoring and inspiration reflect those words so long and yet so short ago.

I changed in my life in June, 2005 so I could go out and find out if those words were true, that I had something worthy of acknowledgment, that I had something worth embracing, that I had something worth risking everything I already had to go and find. And even though the man who spoke those words to me on that night is now only on the fringes of my life, I will forever embrace him for saying the thing my heart had been crying out for. And for opening my ears to hearing those same words from others around me. And for helping me find a way to say, no, stop, I’m not going to let you diminish me anymore. I will not allow it. I am talented, I am gifted and it is wrong to not find a way to express it. So, good-bye, Susan Lee Johnson. That person is gone. I wonder sometimes who she even was.

When I arrive in Austin on Tuesday, it will be as Susan Lee, filmmaker, eccentric, moody, emotional, passionate, “weirdly driven”, focused and obsessed. I will be the Susan who woke up one night in 2005 to her friend saying the things that the one she loved would never utter. I will be the Susan that sees the path and is walking it with her head up high and the pleasure of some wonderful company walking the path with her. And I will take you all with me, in my heart and soul, and share it with you.

Vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote

We're #4 today. I'd like to be #3 or higher. Don't ask, it's just an obsession.

Please vote for The Change-Up at Famecast.com.

You know the drill. If you don't, register at Famecast, bookmark our page, then vote every day. That's it. That simple.

Please help send me to Austin next week. I promise a lovely blog filled with pictures.

Please help us to win $10,000 to finance "The Wraith."

Thanks for your continued support.

The week that was

Wow, been a tough, tough week.

Many tears shed, many emotions gone through.

But tonight, there will be celebrating.

"The Change-Up" is #1 at Famecast.com.

Number freaking one.

I had aimed to start in the top 5 in the top 5 round. Never imagined we would start at #1.

The rankings are not public but it's on my account page.

I am overwhelmed.

Packing for Austin!

Voting starts again today for "The Change-Up"

Voting begins again for “The Change-Up” on Famecast.com on Saturday, November 17th at 6 PM PST.

Here are some ways to make voting easier – remember, you can vote once a day – or just vote once. Every vote counts!

1. Register at http://www.famecast.com.

2. Follow directions on your confirmation email. If you don't get a confirmation email, go to Famecast.com and click on "Re-issue confirmation email."

3. Bookmark our page http://www.famecast.com/lifeonitssideproductions

4. Vote. Every single freaking day. It's that easy.

You can register and vote with more than one email account, if you're really bored at work.

Voting ends on Saturday, December 1st. Please support all the hard work of the cast and crew!

Struggles

It is a struggle to keep going in this direction when adversity seems determined to take away the joy of success.

I am heartsick today at the thought of losing this sanctuary where I have grown so far and so much. I am devastated by the challenge against my creative ability. I am rattled to the core of my being by these challenges. I like to think I’m strong and powerful and bigger than this but the truth is, I am not. I am crushed and wounded and aching and angry and all the things I cannot express.

I have lost so much that the potential loss of this is almost more than I can bear. I’ve lost the OOMA and his friendship, which devastates me still. I have lost my relationship of 20 years out of my own choice. I have lost independence in some ways. I have lost my singular existence. I have lost so very much. There have been many gains but sometimes, the losses overwhelm those gains and make it almost impossible to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

I have to do a meeting on Monday where I feel like I have to stand in front of these amazing women and try and motivate and inspire them at a moment when I am so far from inspired. I hope I can find the ways to do that because these women are part of the reason I do keep doing what I do. They inspire me.

I know I’ll recover, no matter what happens. I know I’ll go on and keep going because there is nothing else I can do. But right now, what I wouldn’t give for some simple peace, some simple time of not doubting myself and my abilities, someone to hold me close right now and assure me that everything’s going to be all right, fuck them, and we will go on.

Maybe that’s the toughest part of this recent – and past – struggles. No arms to hold me, no mouth to say those words then gently kiss me, make me feel safe and secure and comforted.

There is no comfort tonight. There may not be any to come for a very long time.

So I go on, because I don’t know what else to do.

New watercolor

Here's something I've been working on.

Enjoy.

And on the other hand

At a time when I should be celebrating the achievement of this latest endeavor, the creative quality of it and of my recent body of work is being challenged and called into question. Hard choices will be made in the morning. I just hope I am wrong.

Top 10 on Famecast.com!!!

"The Change-Up" has made it to the Top 10 on Famecast.com.

A huge congratulations to my writing team, Monica Hafer and David Smith, my cast, Peter Ross Stephens, Tricia Pierce, Kerr Seth Lordygan, and Erin Treanoer, and my incredible crew.

The next round of voting for the top 5 opens in six days, so look for some bugging from me 'round then.

In the meantime, thanks for your votes. You got us there, you can keep us there.

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Arms

All the affection from all of my friends cannot make up for the lack of a pair of arms belonging to a loved one to wrap me up and hold me and take the world from me for just a moment.

That’s what’s been pushing me into the depths recently, I think. I know I am loved. I know I have amazing friends in my life. I have this creative life I’ve always dreamed of. Yet there is a hollowness, an emptiness that no one can fill.

When I walked out of my old life, I knew I would miss things and be lonely and it would be hard.

But I didn’t think it would be this hard.

He has someone. Has had someone for some time. And had a few someones before her. He is happy, I guess. Happy after I took so much from him and I don’t begrudge him that. I left partly because I knew he was so unhappy and I could not find his happy for him. Or for me. He has the ordinary life he craved and that I could not provide. He has arms to hold him and care for him and take him in.

All the friends, all the joy, all the beauty cannot make up for the lack of those arms. As beautiful as my life is, as full as it is, there is a space around me that dies for those arms to wrap me up.

Cute Boy is fine for now but there is someone else to whom his arms belong. I have no right to intrude on that. I live for those moments of hello and good-bye when his strong arms wrap me up and give me, for one millisecond, the feeling of being loved, of being held by someone who loves me. Then his arms are gone and he is gone and his arms envelope the other woman in his life. I hope she knows what she has in those arms as they are quite lovely arms (sorry, watching “Notting Hill” and my prose has suddenly become English).

I had thought the OOMA would be the one to wrap me up but he has since left me as well, standing alone, looking at his shadow, wondering where he has gone. When I do see him on the rare occasion, his arms are cautious and distant, holding me off, keeping me away. I miss the warmth of his embrace, his eyes, his smile. But they are also on to some other muse, someone who is filling his thoughts for the moment, whoever that may be.

I crave that – the moment of intimacy that is there in a loving embrace. You can’t fake that. You cannot duplicate or copy or mimic the arms of one who loves you.

I have yet to find another pair. And at times like these, I am the saddest because I am afraid I will never feel that seductive, comforting, indescribable warmth again.

I guess whoever I am waiting for – whoever God is holding on to for me – must be someone terribly special, terribly perfect, to keep me waiting this long.

I just hope he has good arms.

Today

Frustrated.
Angry.
Disappointed.
Wounded.
Defensive.
Furious.
Despondent.
Isolated.
Hopeless.
Alone.
Exhausted.
Heartbroken.
Empty.
Pointless.

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A new film - "One Bad Day"

So, last weekend, I had a little time on my hands, a willing writing team waiting and a wonderful cast and crew hoping to play with me on the National Film Challenge. Myself, Monica Hafer and David Smith spent some time at my favorite Italian restaurant (Georgios near Laurel Cayon, for you LA folks) and then at Dupars cobbling our script together - the genre being superhero. We shot Saturday night, I edited and put everything together Sunday and Monday and got it off in the mail. A 72 hour film instead of 48 but still was hard getting everything done on time.

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Now, for your viewing pleasure, One Bad Day.

"The Change-Up" makes top 25 at Famecast.com but still needs your vote.

One my short films, "The Change-Up", has made it into the top 10 at Famecast.com. How'd it get there? By people viewing the film and clicking on the little vote sign and showing their love.

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Top 25 at Famecast.com!

I am so very proud to announce that "The Change-Up" has made it into the top 25 at Famecast.com. Thanks to all of you who voted daily, weekly or once. We couldn't have made it this far without you.

That being said, you know what comes next. This is where the competition really heats up. If you can vote every day, you will help us make it into the top 10 and then the top 5 and then win $10,000. I promise one big-ass party when I win. You can now vote once a day per email. So I voted four times today. You can vote at least once!

In case I haven't mentioned it, this film would not have gone this far had it not been for the talent involved, in front of and behind the camera. My incredible actors - Kerr Lordygan, Erin Treanor, Tricia Pierce and Peter Ross Stephens. My great writing team, Monica Hafer and David Smith. My devoted psychopaths. And The Ark Theatre Company.

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Virtual fridge updated

Here is an updated slide show of my artwork. Haven't posted anything new for a while so enjoy.

Once Upon A Time... a very long time ago

Sometimes, I miss my old life. I miss the familiarity. I miss the sameness of the days, knowing what to expect, knowing how to plan for things. I miss the companionship, I miss the days when it was good and hopeful and beautiful.

I miss my apartment. It was beautiful, although over-stuffed and crowded. But it was home. I don’t have a home anymore. I have a room in a temporary home.

I miss the comforts of having a life with someone. I miss the limits, in a weird way, and someone to set boundaries with me. I know those boundaries almost killed me but I miss having a litmus test to bounce things off of.

I miss the person I married. Not who he became at the end, but the man I said yes to. I miss that hope, that anticipation of what we would do together.

I miss having a life that I knew. This life now is scary and empty and frighteningly open. I can’t see a future right now, it’s all so far away and unattainable. There is no comfort, no familiarity, no home. I’m drifting through a life I don’t understand and I am very afraid. But though there are arms out there to hold for a moment, there aren’t any here in the middle of the darkness and the fear. It’s just me. And I’m not sure I can make it through the darkness and the fear. Because the reward doesn’t seem worth it.

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The note

10/11/07

The note

I did not write a note the night I counted out the pills. I found I had nothing to say.

I could not say I was sorry because I was not. I was at the end of my rope and I did not know if there were any other options but this. I was not sorry to be killing myself because I was so numb and empty and void at that point, killing myself was going to be a relief. I was not sorry because I thought I had caused so much pain, so much trouble at this point that this would wipe the slate clean and there would be nothing to apologize for.

I could not ask for forgiveness because I wasn’t sure I deserved it. I had lied to my husband consistently about how bad our financial situation was. I had lied to him about the fact that I was no longer in love with him and had not been for some time. I had created so much tension in our house by being determined to do what I wanted to do, the things that made me feel so strong and so good, and that drove the space between us wider and wider. I had lied to my parents about money as well, causing them great hardship as they bailed me out over and over again. So much to forgive, no right to ask forgiveness.

I could not explain what I was doing because I didn’t understand it. There was nothing left. There was no emotion, no pain, no desperation. Just emptiness, just hollowness. How do I explain that I need that emptiness to end?

I could not blame him because he was not to blame for all of it. After all, I was convinced all of our problems were my fault so, therefore, the blame fell on me. I could not leave this life and say he made me do it. He did not make me do it. I chose to do it.

I couldn’t tell him that I loved him and that I was sorry to leave this way because I wasn’t. The only emotion I had was knowing that my death would cause him pain and I wanted to cause him pain. I wasn’t sorry to leave this way because there was no other way out. When I tried to walk out on him, he stalked me down the street, even when I stood in the middle of traffic, threatening to let a car hit me, he still stalked me. How do you leave that? This was the only way. And I could not lie to him any longer.

I thought about a note but there were not words to be said. Even now, I don’t know what I would have said. Maybe that’s why I didn’t do it. I needed to have words to say, something to leave behind, a reason other than the infliction of pain upon someone else. I could not find that reason, I could not articulate that reason. So the lack of a note maybe saved my life.

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Exception to the rule

I have allowed myself to be treated as unexceptional all my life. I knew I was smart. I knew I was able to do things more quickly and more effectively than most people. I knew I was different. That part was encouraged in my family. The “be proud of yourself, you don’t want to be like everyone else” kind of thinking. It felt supportive. It felt like approval.

My family related to each other through achievement. I saw my brother and sister bring home trophies and ribbons and awards and my parents embraced those and them and I knew that to bring home a trophy was to bring home love. I never did that. I never brought home a trophy. I never brought home love.

I chose different. I chose to be in a creative endeavor instead of an athletic one. It was uncharted territory. There weren’t trophies, there were performances. There weren’t games where I could score or skate or spike. There were songs and dances and moments. No one got it. No one understood it. No one valued it. It was nice, it was fun, it was… It wasn’t something you could put on a dresser and point at and say, “Wow, I did that.” You could point at the stage in the moment and, maybe later, at a review and say wow. But the love couldn’t be brought home and shared because there was nothing tangible to share.

I got mixed messages of value. My folks came and saw the shows they could and they always seemed proud. They have even made comments over the years about the fact that I’m an artist and a director and all of that. But without a common vocabulary, they have never given it a value. There has never been a discussion after a show or a film I’ve done as to what went into it or how much fun it was or how good it was. “That was fun,” is the closest thing I’ve gotten out of my mom. I’ve never gotten the list of what they liked or what was good or how excited they are about something new I’m doing. There’s never been discouragement. In fact, they’ve financed most of my creative endeavors, showing their support.

But just once, I’d love to hear about pride and acceptance and value in what I do. Because without it, I’ve spent my life thinking my gifts mean nothing. I married two men who supported that theory, seemingly threatened by my abilities, unable to give me the approval I so badly needed to really embrace the things I loved so much. I gave up dancing after my first divorce because I felt it had no value because it seemed to give him pain when he saw me do it well. He made a comment once that felt so familiar – I was warming up for a dance recital and he was watching me on pointe, standing next to another dancer. Instead of saying, “Wow, look what she can do!”, I got, “And she wonders why I won’t go out dancing with her.” My gifts had diminished him so, therefore, their value was diminished. Those words have haunted me all these years.

My second husband found every way possible to devalue my talents. Not surprising, considering that is what felt familiar. I was not talented, I was not exceptional, even though I had moments where I could see and feel the value and the gifts I had. I knew I was different, I was somehow more than I was allowed to feel. But I was always devalued by those around me, including a group of friends whose own ambitions have strangled them over the years.

I learned how to fight being exceptional. Spread the applause around. Don’t take credit for anything. Fit in. Don’t stand out. Praise was unfamiliar and difficult because it didn’t feel “normal.” I was never given praise so, therefore, I did not deserve it. My gifts were never given true value so, therefore, they must be worthless. I was different, I was not special.

These past couple of years have begun to teach me to find my own value. Recently, my work and my collaborations have allowed me to place value on what I do, without requiring outside approval, without needing someone to validate that value. Tonight, because of a growing body of work and working with collaborators who allow me to shine, I embrace the fact that I am exceptional. Not in an arrogant, oh, look at me, how exceptional am I, kind of way. Just that I know what I do is not something everyone can do. And I may never have the trophies and the ribbons and the accolades in print that my siblings had. And I accept that I will probably never have the validation from my parents that I so desperately seek. I accept that the only value I can get is what I myself put into what I do. I value my gifts. I treasure every single second that I get to do what I do so well and what I love to do. I accept that I am an exceptional director and writer in this town that so rewards mediocrity. It means that I am different and that is sometimes devalued because it doesn’t feel “right” or familiar. It’s different so, therefore, must be bad. But I will no longer allow this town or my family or outside influences convince me that what I do is not of value. It is valuable to me and that is the most important thing.

The icing on the cake is that I get to share that exceptional, valued, treasured piece of me with people of such extraordinary talent that they challenge me to prove my exceptionalness on a regular basis. They raise the bar, which is rewarding because it means there was a bar in the first place. They show me the value of my gifts without speaking every time they agree to work with me and show me how excited they are by what we do and what we achieve. They value me every day with their friendship and their collaboration. They value me without requiring a validation in return.

So your assignment for today is find that thing in your that is exceptional. Don’t run from it, don’t hide it, don’t fear it. To give in to mediocrity – whether it’s a job you hate or a relationship you know is over or a career that is not going where you want it to go – is to kill that exceptional soul and those exceptional gifts that reside in all of us. Find your exceptionalness and force the world to see it and embrace it. And if they don’t, fuck ‘em. Embrace it yourself and let mediocrity watch from the sidelines, belly-aching the whole time and wondering why it’s being left behind.

Oh, boy

The evil bitch in my head is waaay too loud today.

Today

I miss you. Terribly. Wish you were here. But you're not.

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Cinderella screening and pics are up!

So, this week, I had two screenings of "Cinderella Drives A Pick-Up." Pictures are here:

http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=9afd3ld.6t6z7dn5&x=1&y=kyzr6a More photos to follow, thanks to Monica.

The first was at the Ark Theatre Company and so many people turned out to watch it. I was overwhelmed that not only did the cast and crew show up but so many other people I hadn’t really expected to come out. It was such a pleasure to look out and see all the love and support from the audience. And my mom came, which was – there just aren’t words for what it was. I had a speech prepared and did pretty good on it until I reached Chairman, then I lost it as I thought about everything he did for me during this production – giving me a room in his condo when my life got too crazy, his quiet support and respect, just his friendship seeing me through all the personal crap I was going through. I lost it even more in talking about my mother and my father. My father is too weak to make any of these screenings. I wish he could have been there. I wanted to finish this film before he leaves us and I wanted him to know that it was his spirit that I am so grateful I inherited. Even now, I am tearing up thinking about everything my parents have done so that I can live this amazing life I have.

Friday night, a more casual screening was held at Peter Ross’ cool apartment. Smaller group this time, maybe a dozen. But again, so pleased so many showed up and everyone could not have been more supportive. Showed a couple of blooper reels beforehand. Hung out on Peter’s roof until 2:30 in the morning.

What was so special about these screenings was how this film could have never been made in my previous life. I almost didn’t make it through my speech because when I think about how many people contributed to getting this film made, not just as cast and crew but as friends and support system, it is overwhelming. This film represents how far I have come professionally and personally, how much my new life is exactly the life I should be living. It represents a huge step forward for me and the true beginning of leaving so many things behind. It is the beginning of a career that scares the shit out of me and, at the same time, excites me to no end.

So, here’s a list of thank you’s, some of which you may have heard, some of which you may not have:

My girls – Patty, Monica and Zadra in particular, the women of the Ark in general and my other female friends as well – you all have inspired me and motivated me and blessed me with your grace and your support. You each have given me so much in being willing to come out and play when I need it. You are part of the female collective that usually are so bitchy and angry and competitive, but you are not. You are strong, powerful women who I am humbled to be in the presence of.

And my boys – Peter, AJ, Erin, Dave and those other men who also come out and play – you guys give me hope in the male of the species, you are all so giving and warm and can make me feel like a million with just a word. You each take my heart with you and you each have filled my heart on a regular basis.

The Ark Theater Company and Dick Tatum and Paul Wagar – my house and my home and my creative heart. I would not be where I am without a safe place to play and wondrous actors to play with.

Chris – there aren’t words.

Mom, Dad and Cindy – there would be no life to live without you. You are my inspiration and my gifts.

There will be many more projects (already have been) and much more of this brand new creative life to celebrate and share but this one project will always be special and pure to me.

Thank you. With all my heart.