I am writing this from bed on Day 9 of self-isolation (because I’m smart). I hope you’re doing well.
Super Roommates began filming on Friday the 13th of March. It was amidst a snowstorm, and there was an accident on Deerfoot, so I arrived on set after pretty much all my cast & crew, but our location still wasn’t available to us until fifteen minutes after our call time so it wasn’t bad. Yet.
Things have been happening. In fact, this is the first time since 2020 started that I felt like things have slowed down enough for me to work on anything that isn’t work. So here I am, on this blog, trying to pretend I haven’t neglected it for several weeks now.
Recap of my year:
January – I wrote a five-page script called “Phone Call”.
February – I created my production company, Foolish Fox Films and filmed “Phone Call”.
July – I had an idea for a web series and wrote two episodes. “Phone Call”, was completed and submitted to festivals.
September – I pitched my web series idea and a week later “Phone Call” won best comedy at its first festival.
November – I found out my web series had received 20k in funding from Telus Storyhive.
On Thursday November 28th, Storyhive announced which 40 web series pilots they’ve decided to fund. Mine was one of them.
If you need to catch up, I recommend reading my post, Pitching a Web Series.
I’ve been trying out different ways of working out recently. The gym doesn’t work for me. I go there, I watch Netflix on the elliptical for an hour, do a few floor exercises that I do at home anyway, and I leave. It’s not fun for me, I don’t see any progress, and I’m probably doing something wrong without knowing it. Because of all that, I don’t feel excited or willing to go to the gym, and as a result, I spend money on a membership that does not get used.
TW: Discussion around rape.
There was some controversy this year in Canada when a radio station/broadcasting company “banned” the song “Baby It’s Cold Outside”.
Mornings here in Calgary have been gloomy these last few days. I’ve noticed this because my room at my mom’s house hasn’t got curtains yet and the sun shines directly in my face, waking me up on non-gloomy mornings. These gloomy ones, however, I’m able to sleep through.
I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
I never really considered myself an honest person.
I’ve been thinking about the traits I was proud of when I was younger. The ability to lie convincingly and without shame was one of them. Obviously, it isn’t exactly something someone should be proud of, but I was a good liar and it protected me. So yes, I was proud.