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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.

"The Change-Up" makes the top 50 on famecast.com

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Wanton heart

My heart
wants to go
where I cannot
allow it to go.
It is like a child
wanton
reckless
occasionally stupid.
I have to
wrap both hands
around it
to keep it here
and not let it
get away
again
and waste
more precious time
waiting
wanting
wondering
only to be ignored
and left
to cry
and break.

Educating Susan

I’ve been watching “Educating Rita” this morning and, needless to say, it resonated with me.

“And I thought, "Yeah, that's what I'm trying to do, isn't it? Sing a better song.”

And I have been singing better songs for a while now.

It hit me how far removed from my old life I have become in such a short time the other night, chatting with an acquaintence from my former life. She remarked on my artwork, remarked on my talent and then said, “You should have a manager.” I was touched, thinking she meant that my art was that good. “I mean,” she continued, “you have so many talents. It’d be great if you could just find someone to help you focus your talents on something.” My response? “Like my directing career.” “Yes,” she continued, “but really help you focus and get moving forward in one direction on something.” “Like my directing career.” “Yes, but find something that you can focus on that expresses your creativity and can move you forward in something.” “Like my directing career? Like the feature I have premiering next week and the three short films I’ve made.” “Yes, but…” And she continued to insist that I need focus. That I need focus. That I NEED FOCUS. I stopped short of either braying with laughter or smacking her in the head.

When I stand up before the capacity audience (okay, so it’s about 40 people) at the Ark next week, screening my first major work, “Cinderella Drives A Pick-Up,” I will stand up there and sing a new song. I will sing my own song, a tune of my own making, a song that only I have written. Sure, there were collaborators on the way who helped with some of the notes or some of the phrasing, but it is my own song. I will stand in front of those people – friends, family, collaborators, support group – and I will stand on my own two feet, no appendage supporting me, although more support than I have ever had in my life. But it will be me. Just me. Flaws, perfection, angst, and joy all rolled into one. And every frame that is on that screen, for better or worse, will be mine.

I am beginning to own my life. I know I’m a long way from truly owning it and maybe that’s why I’m still single. I don’t think I can share my life until I can truly own it. It’s hard because there are times when the loneliness runs very deep. Like when Cute Boy says good night to me and hugs me close then his arm lingers around my waist a moment longer before he lets go and it makes me want to just lean into him and have him hold me and … just hold me. But even if he could, I’m not sure I am ready. I don’t want to chance losing all that I have struggled for on a whim and throwing everything away just to be held close.

I will stand up next week, in front of Cute Boy and the OOMA and all those others who supported me and those who maybe tried to support me in my former life, and it will be the beginning of a new life for me, in that single night. This is the culmination of all of my struggles and all of my passion and all of my heart and my hurt and my anger and my pain and my desire and my everything. It is an achievement I never, ever thought possible and that my ex almost had me convinced was not possible. But Tuesday night, that possibility will come to reality and, for better or worse, it will be my reality.

I did this. I left a life that was killing me. I started a new life – blindly and naively and painfully. I tackled a career that is impossible, partly because of the career itself, partly because of being a woman of a certain age, partly because it’s just impossible to actually be that tiny percentage that actually succeed. I left behind almost everybody who I thought was important to me, although a few of them still linger around the edges. I walked away from the person I had become, a person I did not like, a person who was no one and sought to create a new persona, someone I would like, someone who was a person, someone fully formed.

I tried to make that person someone that the OOMA would want and embrace and love. I tried to make that person someone that those around me would respect and reflect what they told me they saw when they looked at me. I tried to make that person someone I am not because I did not know who I am. I tried to be what I thought I was supposed to be. And I ended up creating the same potentially disastrous illusion I had created during my marriage. I created someone who was not real and not true and not me.

On Tuesday, I will finally stand before all of you as the beginning of the real Susan. I am finding the truth of the soul who lives inside of me. That truth is a soul who is confident and wounded, who is wildly passionate and cautious, who loves without thinking and wants without understanding, who knows now what she is good at and what she is not good at, who is beginning to not need the hand-holding and babying of “is this good? Please tell me it’s good.”

I know that this is good. That this song is the song I should be singing. And I know it is a better song.

Clarity-ish

I cannot decide whether I love or hate days like today, days when I feel like I get my life. I just get it. I understand my past, I understand why my life has been the way it’s been. I understand the choices I’ve made, what worked and didn’t work and why. I can see the things in front of me that I need to avoid and change and accept and all of that. It’s the days when I think I can find a better use for my $75 a week than spending it on a therapist.

One thing I know today and am very clear on – I am going to be alone for a long time. Not because I’m unattractive or not desirable or anything like that. I am not ready to be devastated by a relationship again. And it will happen. No matter what, I no longer believe that I will be with someone forever or for the rest of my life or any of those things. I have had two great loves in my life. The first one was pure and true and real and passionate and painful and horrible and amazing and all-encompassing and one that I will compare the rest of my loves to. It was devastating when he ended it and walked away from me. I thought I’d never get over it. I was about 25. The second one was not so passionate but symbiotic and romantic and difficult and challenging and brutal and loving and committed and suffocating. It was devastating when I ended it. I know I’ll never get over it, despite it being my choice.

I don’t think that I don’t desire an amazing rest-of-my-life type of romance. I just don’t think it’s out there, that I want to have it. I don’t know that I can give of myself that way again because even just the thisclose on-off, what the fuck is it, unrequited whatever the hell it was with the OOMA was devastating enough. And we never slept together. We never even kissed other than in that friendly quick peck sort of way. But my heart is still suffering from him pulling away and I don’t think I ever want to hurt deeper than that, harder than that, hurt the way you do when you love someone so much and you lose them. I don’t think I can do that ever again.

I closed out my accounts on Match.com and OKCupid today for that reason. I signed on to them because everyone else did and it seemed to be the thing to do. But I found myself, time after time, signing on, checking out the supposed “matches” to my profile and just thought, wow, this is sad. These guys suck. That’s it. Plain and simple. They suck. They lie, they hide, they can’t spell and wouldn’t know a comma if it hit them in the crotch. This is definitely not where I’m going to find someone to hold me and support me and make me feel the way I want someone to make me feel. So why am I wasting even 10 minutes a week looking at these guys? It’s not what I want. So I closed the accounts because it’s not who I am.

Another thing I know is that I am a force to be reckoned with and this is the time of my life when I am to find that. I am in the highest creative time I have ever had in my life. I have discovered parts of me I didn’t know existed. This has made me more powerful and more intense as a result. And I like that.

I also know that I am not what men want and, for today, I’m fine with that. Oh, they want me because I am strong and powerful and can show them how to be strong and powerful but they don’t want to be with me as anything more than a friend because I am something more than they can handle. They want someone to stand behind them and not outshine them. They want someone who will be home for them and not be out making wondrous things happen. They say they do, they think they do but, in reality, they don’t. They’re happy to be in my orbit, take what they can from me, and then leave me there when they’ve gotten all they can and take their toys and go home.

I know I will not give to anyone again the way I have because I don’t want to risk that part of me anymore. I am hardened and bitter and guarded and I know that will not change. That will leave me alone, without someone at my side, because I won’t allow that part of myself to be put out there again.

I know that this will be true until I get through all the crap that I understand today and can see today and can process today but that will rear its ugly head tomorrow, making me wonder and worry and fret when I don’t see it so clearly. Until I can embrace the past, the issues, the pain, the hurt, the anger, I will not be able to let anyone else in. And that’s sad.

But I also know my life is so incredibly full and all I have to do is reach a hand out and six hands come reaching back to me. It’s getting easier and easier to reach that hand out and know someone will grab it. It’s getting easier and easier to be real and honest and know my friends accept that in me. That keeps a part of me open and accessible and gives me hope that some day the rest of me might get there.

But today, I am not holding my breath. I am clear, I am understanding and I am accepting.

But who knows what tomorrow will bring?