I can’t believe it’s been an entire month since I published something on this blog. It’s amazing how one can become a slave to sharing their inner most thoughts and silly drivel with the internets. Despite how much I love social media and telling my stories, once in a while I turn into a complete luddite. Truth is, I don’t observe shit while I’m hunched over my iPhone. It’s nice to put the devices away and contemplate life without wondering what Chelsea Handler has just tweeted or perusing Pinterest for pretty pictures. Which is what I’ve been trying to do during these final weeks of summer.
The husband and I managed to squeeze in a lovely weekend in the Okanagan, for some hot temps and wine tasting. We floated in the lake, hit the nudie beach, stocked our wine rack and nibbled on homemade cheeses. The perfect way to end summer before tucking away my kinis for another season.
I’ve also been immersed in a screenplay which I’m nearly finished. The first draft, anyway. It’s been a beast. It’s haunted me and hung over me. At times I’ve felt like calling it quits, then something bizarre and possibly cosmic will tap me and say keep going. Like one night I was having a meltdown about it in a bar with my husband, and our server had the same name as my lead character. No coincidences.
While I’m on about film, I also jetted to TO to cover the Toronto International Film Festival for The Province – coverage and film reviews here. It was such a wild ride, taking in back-to-back screenings all day, pumping out an article, covering a red carpet, squeezing in a cocktail or two and repeating. It took every ounce of my being to refrain from calling Colin Firth Mark Darcy as he sauntered elegantly to where I was stationed behind the red velvet rope. Katherine Hahn was also a delight. She’s one of the most hysterical women on screen today IMHO, and the warmest gal in person.
The moment I cherish the most was my interview with Craig Borten and Melisa Wallack, the screenwriters for Dallas Buyers Club. I had just come from the press screening before hitting the red carpet so I was feeling a little emotional (it’s an amazing story). By the time they made their way to me, all I could do was gush about the film. They were so gracious and seemed gitty with my response to their brave story, it reminded me that — not so long ago — they were aspiring screenwriters like me. I asked if they had any advice for a novice taking her first crack at writing a script and Melisa offered to read my screenplay when I was finished. I ALMOST DIED. She also told me to just keep writing.
And so it goes, on this final day of summer, I hope you had a good one. I hope you soaked in the sun, caught up with old friends and loved the shit out of summer.