Hubby and I attended the LV film festival last weekend. Notice the color-coordinated dress to with the ankle cast. On the color-coordinated red carpet. Can I plan, or what?
We attended a symposium of indie producers. One of the questions from the audience was, "How do you get your screenplay into the hands of the right people?" The answer: Find out where they eat, or drink, or hang out and be there waiting with a copy of your screenplay. In other words, stalk them. Sounds a little creepy to me. But I am considering it.
The other festival-attendees were interesting. One particularly so. He was the writer-director-producer-star of an indie called Oxy Morons. True story about the W-D-P-S becoming addicted to Oxycontin so badly he was robbing drug stores. Did hard time in the Big House. His comments were so very inspirational - because they were sincere and came straight from the heart. They moved me to tears. I wish him the very best, he with his most definite Bah-stonian accent. He deserves to succeed.
Tracking down a lead (not stalking, I swear) to a guy with a most definite "in." More, later.
No comments:
Post a Comment